We can’t be expected
to be happy all the time
and at this point
I am doing fine
mostly.

Except this week
has been kind of
out of the ordinary
for me.

I am more tired
then I am used to,
been studying
the abuse
people go through.

I’m not surprised
about how
our government lies,
more concerned
how people
let themselves
be deceived.

I’m not surprised
that people are angry,
just concerned
about what has earned
their animosity.

So, I stare at still stocks,
look at photos
of children
being treated
worse than strays,
children being locked away
in silver gray
fenced cage.

Normally, I keep
that darkness
stewing in my
unconscious,
but this week
my gut is churning me,
tears threaten to
live stream.

This week
isn’t the worst one,
and I am sure
the sparkling
version
of me
will
make its
grand reentry
but right now
human suffering
is rightfully
making me
suffer internally.