WHY?

Time,
ticking.
Lives
slipping away.
It’d been building
for some time.
Deep inside
were the cries.

She’d had enough.
The questions she had
were despised.

Why?
There was no answer.
There could be NO answer.

Why
couldn’t we respect one another?
Why
couldn’t we celebrate one another?
Why
couldn’t we be stronger together?
Why
couldn’t we be more than the sum
of who we are
separate?

A new
beginning.
A new
renaissance.

It was possible
if hatred didn’t get in the way.
It could happen
if we weren’t screaming from afar,
if we weren’t
hurting each other
when we were close.

A renaissance.
What a quaint thought.
Looking ahead.
Moving ahead.
Including,
not excluding,
showing the world
what we could do
together.

©August 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne

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