Restless Mourn
written by: Alison Vail Fuller
@alisonVfuller
a rain deluge usually comforts wraps me in its song
only this morning its ominous tune
and hollow lyric wake me from my sleep
it is the 20th day of this new year
an inauguration day like no other
hide the flags!
raise the blackest of umbrellas! as they do little to shield us from this reign
I won’t tune in just the thought of his image turns my stomach
drenches my soul with dread
I remember this feeling
waking up at this fourth hour into a new day
it resembles that morning
the day after my Husband dropped dead
the shock is not as great today
but the feeling of loss is palpable overwhelming
weeping greets this day
as I awaken into the nightmare of loss
for myself for my sleeping daughters and now for my country
instead of hope I feel defeated and I mourn
tomorrow I will rebound and find my fight again
my patriotism will shine as I march downtown with my comrades
we will link arms and believe we can make a difference
a unified statement for decency, integrity, and compassion
this morning my tears blend with the tears of the darkened Venice Sky
tomorrow we will open our umbrellas
and embrace our unity
and I will hear the rain’s mellifluous song
The blank page beckons. It can provide the key to truth, to inspiration, to enlightenment, and to justice. At a time when fundamental democratic institutions are under assault, arts and letters can give testimony to the unprivileged, the underserved, and the forgotten.
I write because it is life sustaining, and I hope that my words reflect, even in a small way, the indomitability of the human spirit.
A Connecticut girl transplanted to New York City’s East Village, I later found my way to Venice, California. I was quickly won over by its tableau of diversity, art, and the breathtaking views that always promise better days—for our daughters, our sons, and all mankind.
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