Hope, Pts. 1 & 2
What comes after the march?
"Hope (less)"
We raised our fists,
shouted into a shared cacophony
of
voices,
stories,
anger.
We bent our heads,
whispered into a shattered conversation
of
voices,
stories,
anxiety.
We walked into the parade
because we had to do something,
had to be somewhere
but
then the deluge came,
and the confetti turned into
wet, wasted pieces of leftovers
and
we walked home in the rain
~~~~~~
"Hope (ful)"
The hardest part, they say,
is the judging.
“You think you know someone.”
I tell my daughters how it was,
before everything was broadcast
and shared.
Before the world shouted.
I tell them to take their anger,
their rage,
and put their feet to the pavement.
But to also take their fears,
their worry,
and start a conversation.
“Make them know you.”
Stories, I say,
can go a long way.
About the Creator
Cheryl Wray
I'm a trained journalist who now dreams of writing fiction.
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