Some days it will feel like the world is ending.
And your stomach will be in knots.
And you’ll want to hide under the covers all day.
Sometimes you’ll look around and not recognize your surroundings.
You’ll wonder how we got here.
You’ll wonder how we could ever come back.
On these days, the news will be too much.
The group chats will be too numb.
The inspirational messages will fall flat.
Kill them with kindness will not work.
You will not want to be quick to kindness.
Oh you’ll know maybe in the smallest flickering light somewhere that there has to be hope. There has to be a belief that it’ll get better… or at minimum that it’ll be okay. Right?
You think your worst dreams couldn’t come true.
But they can. And they do.
So you let it feel like the world is ending.
You sip on the kind of tea designed to calm nerves.
You spend extra time under the covers.
Of course there is a time and place for fighting. For striving for better. For organizing around peace and justice and all the values we hold dear.
But some days, there will only be time for grief.
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