Anxiety skitters across my nerves,
leaves me restless,
unfocused
all day as I wait to hear the news,
to see how different my home country
will be from the one I left behind
eleven months ago.
I check the screen compulsively
for hours,
watching the ballots rise
and the totals climb
with all of my hopes
and dreams
and our potentials.
Finally, I'm left shaking
but firm
with the resolution,
ready to be rid of these fears.
This was pretty much the same as we were back home. Wooo obama!
ReplyDeletePS: I very rarely remember to comment, and even less often remember that I owe you a postcard, but everything happens in time. Or maybe everything just...happens.
I miss you is what I think I'm trying to say here. <3