The Political is Personal

by Lynn White

I watch them on the screen,

witness their weeping,

their abjection

and wailing,

their despair

tears

pleas

pouring

pleading

for help

or screaming

with hate

spewing out

in vengeful cries.

I hear them.

I listen.

But I cannot move beyond

my own weeping grief.

Just know,

just know

that this time it’s personal