Let's not savior-wait

Hope was a useful survival tool I fine-tuned all through my awful childhood. I didn’t do a lot of pretending because, given my circumstances, I knew that would be a waste of time. Hope became something I just carried around with me, something I slept with. Once I combined that with head-on reality facing, I felt a tiny bit powerful for the very first time. I imagined how freedom would feel when I got it, how escaping abuse would liberate me. I knew I would read a book without being punished for it, write a poem without it being thrown into a fire. Hope was like my walking stick when traveling a frequently-dangerous road.

My country is facing such a journey….dangerous, critical, heartbreaking. As yet, there doesn’t seem to be one identifiable savior from the Democratic Party. Several contenders but what an enormous task. A torn up Constitution, a literal torn up White House, torn up laws and traditions, principles and norms. Every institution defiled, universities and businesses bowing to Trump’s pressure. Every federal agency overseen by someone unfit to serve. This can’t be fixed by a single man or woman.

Way back when Howard Dean told American voters they had the power. That message reinvigorated me, gave me a renewed sense of hope. We need to reuse it now to help us extend a hand, unite, strengthen our resolve and defeat these thugs currently destroying everything we, The People, stand for.

Just a chunk of hope, a gargantuan charge of determination and a tidal wave of voting.

~PEACE~