Penny Wilson Writes

This current political climate
is akin to living with a loaded
gun in your mouth every day.
You wonder if pulling the trigger
would lead a fresh pair of lungs.
Instead you put pen to paper.

Your heart bathe in ink.
Your arteries pumping hard
to avoid toxicity.
You grow nostalgic for the
days of civility and a
modicum of common sense.

You look for a staircase to climb
that is not featured on the next
Netflix’s sensation.
You try and contemplate how
not to make a murderer
Marveling at the bias nature
of it all.

You wonder when common ground
got swallowed by quicksand.
The true enemy of the state
a dichotomy of anger and hate.
An aching obsession with self.

This asylum of our own making.
We forget we have the tools
to disassemble it.
It’s begins with kindness and
a willingness to listen.
Words not laced with…