Interior Monologues

I read the news and try not to think,

Of what might have been.

I look inside instead.

 

I pray

My voice in the winds

Hoping to be heard.

 

I resist the feelings that threaten

to drown me

I will prevail.

 

Barbarians are at the gate

throwing temper tantrums and toxic volleys

Demanding their seats at my table.

 

I must regret

That there is nothing available

Today or any other day.