Climbed into cupped hands, cradled in
Arguments of gunpowder and spark. Made
Room for the shadows of doubt in heart.
Outlast the day. Find a way for
Us to fix our sinking ship, water-wrecked.
Say it isn’t over. Say we’re better than this
Every time we fail to see a flicker of
Light in our capsized union. Sink or swim.
via Daily Prompt: Carousel
