I’m no Lin Manuel
I can’t write sonnets on stage
I can’t free verse my thoughts verbally
Sharing my innermost voice aloud
word by word
on the spot
But my words build up
In my head and pour out
And now and then I write them down
Even more rarely I share them.
And my thoughts right now are unclear
My feelings are a haze of uncertainty
The pain of my soul is a mess of confusion
Combined with the joy of my own life and personal joy
Unsure how to combine the conflict of
Joy and hope and enthusiasm mixed with tragedy and pain.
I want to understand
Those that are so against my beliefs
Those with whom I disagree on each and every opinion
I cannot comprehend how they feel pain like mine from every headline
Yet urge others to vote for the point against mine.
How can someone strive to be good
and yet support what I find hateful
What I see to be so full of dread
That I cannot understand its support.
And it is so hard, near impossible, to enter conversation
To try to gain understanding
To strive for empathetic listening
We are so trained to just disagree and reject.
But then how do we find that moment
In which we can join
And find hope
And yet I continue to hope
And find hope in hope
And even when the others don’t listen
Even when the very questions I ask are rejected
And continue to ask and to talk and to answer and to give
my own opinions
And listen to those other than mine
Because that is where I believe we find hope.
And that is the only hope
And wherever we vote,
We will be as one in the long run.
And from empathy comes sympathy and I know this
and I try to remember this
And I try to remind others of this
And it remains a challenge to sympathize with those who seem non-empathetic
Even when my own sense of inclusion instructs me
That they are just trying their best
To create a world that is just
That is perfected
That is whole.
And love is love is love
Creeps forth in its own petty pace and overrides
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
which attempts its doom and dread
And yet love and hope and promise must burst forth.
And the light of their candle remains, day by day, signifying everything.
And so I continue
And to build.
And to try.