In My Bones

In this moment

I feel rage.

I feel collapse.

I feel the pull

to consume news and social media

until I disappear in the chaos.

And all I want

is to bury myself deep

in a hole,

hiding, shielding

my vulnerable heart from all of it.

It’s too much.

IT

IS

TOO

MUCH.

And yet—

it’s real.

It’s here.

It’s touching all of us.

My heart is stretching

to be with all of this

and all of me

at the same time.

And as I stretch,

I breathe.

And tears flow.

Feeling grief

that cracks me open

and annihilates me

at the same time.

Feeling love—

for my son,

for the beauty of this life—

that cracks me open

and annihilates me

at the same time.

And then anger storms in,

and my heart expands even more.

I become a fire-breathing dragon,

raging against injustice,

against gaslighting, against lies,

raging for Truth,

for integrity,

for our shared humanity.

Fuck this.

No, really—

Fuck THIS.

In my bones, I know this is wrong.

I know what is happening is wrong—deeply wrong.

My dragon takes a mighty breath,

unleashing an inferno

over all of this bullshit.

No more.

NO MORE.

And then I breathe.

And I am still sitting here—

just one human

with a beating heart,

feeling

my

No

to all of this.

I may not be able to change any of it,

not a single damn thing.

But I will do my very best

to stay with

myself,

my heart,

my No,

my rage,

my grief,

and my deepening love,

every single day.