(I posted this back in February ’25. I felt it was relevant tonight.)

It’s not going away,

This quiet anxiety.

I don’t show it in public,

Only private conversations.

The confusion remains

As the gauntlet is laid.

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I woke up scared today.

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Every night I sleep,

Is another sabbatical.

The words I hear daily,

Are frightening and brutal.

I keep imagining some

Silent solution soon.

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I woke up scared today

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The media leaves me 

At a loss. I am so consumed

By what is our reality

Anymore, is it freedom?

We’re arguing free speech

Today, I can’t fathom the loss.

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I woke up scared today,

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Confusion appears to play

At the heart of all our lives.

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I woke up scared today.