I cried tonight.
I cried as I listened to two believers tell me my dreams are still possible.
Tell us all our dreams are still possible.
I cried as they told me what I already knew.
How possibility to grant gravity to our progress as a people was unjustly ripped from us almost four years ago.
Ripped from me.
I cried four years ago as well.
Different tears.
Very different.
I cried as I felt my chest fill once again with a breath I haven't drawn in a long time.
A breath of freedom.
A breath of hope.
My lungs expanded as tears welled and my throat caught.
I cried as I heard words of processed thought and genuine care.
Ideas of resurging justice and critical vision.
I cried as I watched inspired people inspire me.
People of service.
True service.
Serving me, serving us.
I cried cheer and joy.
Of illumination.
Enlightenment.
I cried as my ears became filled with complete and coherent sentences.
Sentences of reason.
Reason and truth.
I cried for the tortured eagle in all of us.
Carelessly beaten.
Recklessly injured.
But surviving and resilient.
I heard that bird's cry.
Knowing how high it can fly once again.
Higher.
I cried with tears of promise.
Promise of the next.
Promise of the after.
Soon.
I cried happy tears hoping for an end to our nightmare.
And I slept like a baby.
A baby eagle...
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
I cried tonight.
I cried as I listened to two believers tell me my dreams are still possible.
Tell us all our dreams are still possible.
I cried as they told me what I already knew.
How possibility to grant gravity to our progress as a people was unjustly ripped from us almost four years ago.
Ripped from me.
I cried four years ago as well.
Different tears.
Very different.
I cried as I felt my chest fill once again with a breath I haven't drawn in a long time.
A breath of freedom.
A breath of hope.
My lungs expanded as tears welled and my throat caught.
I cried as I heard words of processed thought and genuine care.
Ideas of resurging justice and critical vision.
I cried as I watched inspired people inspire me.
People of service.
True service.
Serving me, serving us.
I cried cheer and joy.
Of illumination.
Enlightenment.
I cried as my ears became filled with complete and coherent sentences.
Sentences of reason.
Reason and truth.
I cried for the tortured eagle in all of us.
Carelessly beaten.
Recklessly injured.
But surviving and resilient.
I heard that bird's cry.
Knowing how high it can fly once again.
Higher.
I cried with tears of promise.
Promise of the next.
Promise of the after.
Soon.
I cried happy tears hoping for an end to our nightmare.
And I slept like a baby.
A baby eagle...
DNC