Poetry

Distortion

“I’ve lived through hell before.
But here I am, living in another one.”

I’ve always known this world
is a cruel one.
Living through hell
will give anyone
some perspective.
But I never imaged this
would be our reality —
a hell. A distorted place
where nothing makes sense.
Where monsters
hide in plain sight,
barely attempting
to disguise themselves.

A world where I’m terrified
every day I send
my son to school.
One where I fear
for my neighbors.
A reality where children
are living in cages.
Where fundamental
human rights is becoming
more exclusive by the day.
Where hatred is very much
alive and well.
The worst part?
I’ve lived through hell before.
But here I am,
living in another one.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Give me something to celebrate,
because I honestly don’t have one.

 It’s quite unfortunate to note that the state of things haven’t really improved much. Today, this pandemic is more at the forefront of everyone’s minds, but the distrust, misinformation, and outright hatred are still very much alive.

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