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|Someone shared the poem “The Trough” by Judy Brown with me today and I want to pass it on to you. I found it incredibly comforting during this time of global crisis. In your entry today, write about how the poem makes you feel, or write a poem of your own.
The poem has a beautiful flow ... like water.
The poem is inspirational. True.
But I'm terrified of water.
The metaphor will work for many people; however, I prefer green grass underneath me ... at all times. That's comforting; drowning isn't.
I'm not inspired at the moment to write an inspirational poem.
I'm not in the mood to play "happy, happy, happy". I'm pissed.
Pissed at deniers.
Pissed at leaders who cannot lead.
Pissed at Americans who care more about the almighty buck than they do about their neighbors.
Basically? I want to tell people to go fuck themselves.
With a broom handle.