Across my soulscape
Bitter north wind blows
Freezing me
With dread.
Frozen crystal tears
Fall around me
Muffling my footsteps.
As I stumble
Over hidden cracks
No one notices.
Trying to understand
This judgment need
Condemning those
Who are different.
Wondering
When did my blindness
Grow so pronounced.
In missing
This climate change
Before me.
Seeing it
For first time
Without blinkers on.
How distorted
Everything is.
Knowing
Only matter of time
Before it lands
On my doorstep.
Given the shift
Of the political reality
The worlds I live in.
Therisa © 2019
Author's note: Written for Poets United midweek motif: climate change.
I know, many of the comments below, approach this poem, as being about climate change (physical impact of humanity's destructive nature on the world at large). It is about climate change, but a different definition, as I apply it to the social and political world, surrounding the transcommunity. Will admit that I'm so tired of having to explain everything to cisgender world.
