The Fifth Dawn

 


When it's all said and done, where will we be?

When it's all over, what will rise from the ashes?

The first dawn was revolutionary. We saw greatness for some. The rest of us were used and destroyed.


The second dawn was civil. Chains were broken but freedom wasn't free. The dark cloud of oppression swelled.


The third dawn tore the world apart. Sides were taken. Peace was fragile and promises were broken.


The fourth dawn saw us awaken to the horrors of mankind. Knowing our capability to sort and kill was sobering. The ability to look inward remained elusive.


But how soon we forget the lessons learned. How quickly we fall back into old prejudices. How easily we are swayed to forget and repeat past mistakes.


The fifth dawn is on the horizon. 

My hope is that THIS America dies, leaving space for the rebirth of a nation. A future where we live and love freely. A future where needs are met because they exist. A future where division is limited. A future where hate is discouraged.


I may not live to see it. The repair of what has been broken for so long. But today, I believe it, hope for it, dream of it.

If not for me, then for you.


I wrote this June 21, 2024 in my notes app. Stumbled on it while looking for something else (which I have yet to find🤦🏽‍♀️) and decided to post. See, this is why I started a blog. I need to have one organized place for my chaos. I have some handwritten poetry that I plan to share in the blog soon. I can't wait to share it with you.

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