I awoke on that Wednesday morning to the news that hope had been halted for the moment
What nightmares are made of, had come to pass much to the astonishment of many
The world appeared to darken as they awakened
From promising blue to mourning black, wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters emerged from their illusion of a country united
Sitting in the dark, I let the emotions roll over me, this was my one moment to fully grieve before I faced the day as a wife and mother conflicted
Fear
So much Fear
Hateful rhetoric ringing in my ears
the man I love, our children, how could this happen?
Didn't "Loving" promise us something better? Wasn't that certificate worth anything anymore? How has it come to a question of what will come to pass? Are we safe?
I saw and heard the shock of the news as the kids and husband arose to a dark day. Fears were expressed, and consulation was issued. Together, we will stand as a family. Together, we will face all that is thrown our way.
Joy
We choose Joy
We choose to spread Joy
and hope
Hope for a brighter day,
Hope that it won't be that bad.
Talking to other women, sharing their disbelief, promising to stand united and spread the joy
Only that day would I allow myself to cry
to rage against the outcome
to grieve for what might have been
On Thursday, I rise from the ashes
On Thursday, I will carry on and share the joy
Joy and hope
Olivia J. Stuart
November 07, 2024
in response to the election outcome.
