The American Dream,
or so it seemed,
has now given way
to a different day.
As the real deal
Trumps the ideal,
overthrowing love and faith
with greed and hate.
It makes my husband sad
that someone so mad
can be liked
for nothing but a trashy fight…
But isn’t that life?
Perhaps people want change
and things not to be the same,
so we have to go through this phase,
navigating a hideous maze,
exposing the dark of humanity,
the shame, the profanity,
before coming to a better place,
where we can see face to face:
our battle-scars and hope,
our true strength to cope,
overcoming fear and dread;
and uniting… like we’re wed.
kalasarah 