The tide of resilience.

You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn,
a way to easily be blamed for
every wrongdoing, every violent act,
even though that's not us at all.

I empathize because I feel it too,
the fear crashing like waves,
never quite receding;
it affects every corner of the world
and I can only hold it back for so long.

No wonder we feel hopeless.
No wonder the future is obscure,
black clouds marking our fall from grace.

And when one hopeful word
breaks through the horizon,
no wonder we're rendered speechless...
because it doesn't feel real.

The times we're treated with respect,
we hold it, we let it warm our heart -

a flame we try to keep lit in an
ocean of uncertainty.

______________________________

Reflecting on all the anti-trans happenings lately.

Written while listening to "Fighting Myself" by Linkin Park:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKBCVZqqooY