This feeling of my ribs stuck to my hips
Fused by fear
Diaphragm paralysis
Bracing for impact
Holding my breath
For weeks now
When did politics become a horror circus
Never have I held a ballot in my hands with so much fear and hope
Voting should be boring
Politicians should be boring
Democracy teetering on the edge of the abyss
Plummeting into authoritarianism
Is not my idea of a good time
Or a good future
My relief is akin to a clean cancer screening
Or surviving a car crash
To inhale and feel myself again
Unchained from idiocy
A Democratic rite
I do not presume to know the future
And I don’t even mind
As long as there is a path forward
I will be content to grumble
About taxes
Gratefully
Quiet pride in my
Reasonable
Prime Minister
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (2)
Definitely relatable—as an American, I very much relate to wishing politicians were boring 😭
"When did politics become a horror circus" I guess it always has been but it's becoming clearer now. Loved your poem!