So it Goes

It began as it always does: empty promises, hollow resolutions, and the hope of a blank slate despite all else.

It began with the same empty conversations, the same inevitable vows for a better tomorrow.

It began with a slight limp, barely finished college applications, and a laughable presidential election.

Inevitable vows were cast aside and empty conversations were left unmentioned before long.

Pint sized moments of terror morphed into sudden explosions of panic.

A slight limp became my rock bottom.

A laughable presidential election became endless tears and protests in the streets.

The world spun in violent circles and I begged a higher power to end it all.

It ended with hospital bracelets and a scar on the small of my back.

It ended with the refusal to accept injustice.

It ended with an acceptance letter to the place I was already calling home.


Somehow, as I find myself writing and rewriting these lines, a year so full of intense turmoil, yet such fierce joy, is not easily described.


I leave 2016 with words that prompt fear, yet offer comfort simultaneously.


So it goes. On and on until tomorrow.


This poem is about: 
My country


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