Wild Writing 11/100

Didn’t he make a vow as president

to protect our nation?

To lead and decide with care

and democracy

in mind?

Come to think of it, I have no fucking clue what

a president says or promises on the day they take office

I’m not sure I resonate with vows or commitment either, but then again,

I take everything seriously (or so I’m told)

so it would be silly to think I would ever enter into that job,

that title, that office, that honor

lightly

Bernie quit today.

That’s a man of conviction and values 

and he up and quit

It feels a bit too symbolic because

if he’s giving up right now, then,

what the fuck are the rest of us supposed to do?

How is it we’re left with Biden?

And to make matters worse,

how will he ever beat Trump?

And how will all of us beat this with Trump at the helm, of what?

The sinking ship of the Titanic?

I return to my own commitments to gain a sense of control

My partnership, motherhood

But even those seem futile in the face of what is becoming of our country

Because I have never felt more powerless and

I have never felt so scared

When even the rain tapping on the window can irritate my nerves

The heat clicking on and off disrupting my thoughts

And holy fuck why is the dog pacing 

back and forth, up and down

the wood floor hallway

clicking, clicking, clicking his nails?

(I may scream)

I have so much anger and nowhere to put it

Even that, that is so overwhelming

I instantly feel sleepy, like a narcoleptic

The Third Eye Blind song “Narcolepsy” in my head

How’d you like to be alone and drowning?

(Prompt from the chapter titled “Vows” in Untamed by Glennon Doyle. I am creating a timed piece of wild writing every day for 100 days for this year’s 100 Day Project.))