This is no
dark day
in history.
This happened
in broad daylight
under a cold white sky,
where grief
unresolved
tried
for the millionth time
to deny
the weight of its loss
through anger.
This is no
dark day.
This is no
dark night.
This is the inability
to accept
the reality of
what has
for centuries,
been coming
to light.
This is not where we leave
the past behind.
This is where we mine it
for all of time
until we finally learn something.
This is not where I
lecture myself
into calmness.
This is not where I force myself
to explain the way that my
lack of shock
and anger are intertwined.
This is where I remind myself
that it’s okay if “love”
isn’t the word
that’s coming to me right now.
For love is big and expansive
and lines with grace
and doesn’t need me to sum it all up
into an easily digestible message today.
I’m tired.
And that’s okay.
@morganharpernichols always has the words.