We Marched!

Last week, on January 21st, over 50,000 women, men, and children, gathered in Austin, TX to march for their human rights. It was a beautiful day in Austin. It was HOT, but that didn’t stop any of us.

Just to get a perspective of the crowd, here’s a few people at the Texas Capitol building:

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This was my first march, and it won’t be my last. I found it … inspirational. Joyous. I reveled in the togetherness of the crowd. And I finally felt like I’d taken a step towards doing something and making a stand!

When I got back home last week, I wrote a poem, as I’m prone to do…

Cities, worldwide, took one day to come together
One day to make a stand

One day…
To march

In a world of division
Over 50,000 people gathered that Saturday
In Austin, TX
Women, men, children…
Ages, races, religions, genders
People from all walks of life
All came together with one purpose…
To march

We all had so many causes to march for:
Women’s Rights
Healthcare
Planned Parenthood
Roe v. Wade

Just to name a few…

Someone asked me why I wanted to march…
Why on earth wouldn’t I?

This is why I march.
I march for you, little sister!
I don’t know if it’s your choice, but you HAVE that choice
and no Politician
or Preacher in his pocket
should ever take it away from you.

I march for you…
Too traumatized to speak of what happened.
You shouldn’t be punished
by being forced to carry
one more reminder
for nine months.
Sister … it wasn’t your fault.

I march for the parents
Who found out in those last few weeks
something went terribly wrong!
They should not be forced into someone else’s decision.
They, too, have a choice!

We march for all of us!
We march for our rights!

And those who marched with me cried
TELL ME WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!

WE are what democracy looks like.

(Original work, written 1/23/2017. Do not distribute without permission or credit to the author [me])

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Karma

I heard the news fourth-hand.
I can’t say from a friend of a friend;
The original source is merely an acquaintance
Kept at a distance for good reason.
I heard you were dying today.
A wasting death… poor dear.

After the fifteen years I held onto
Too terrified to leave
Me finally standing up to you…
I didn’t see your rage building with my confidence
Until it was too late.

You tried to kill me.
You wrecked MY son’s home.
You can’t call him yours anymore, thank God.
Holding him hostage in a standoff…
You took his childhood that day,
His friends, everything….

And now you are dying.
A wasting death… poor dear.
I smile every morning as I cherish the news.
You are terminal.
You will slowly waste away in pain
Knowing there is no cure.

October-Domestic Violence Awareness Month

Writer’s Paralysis

Writer’s paralysis. It’s not quite the same as writer’s block. With paralysis, you have so much stuff in your head to write about, you don’t know where to begin. You pick up your laptop, open up your program of choice, and you’re faced with the blank page. You can’t pick just one thing to start with. There is no gentle flow of writing or a coherent flow of a story. There is no river of creativity flowing from you. If you write, the dam will break and the flood will come forth. Chaos will ensue and all you will have is … the wreck that was in your mind. No one will understand. Possibly, not even yourself.

My son writes. He showed me this tool to get past the paralysis. I hope it works. It’s a website that doesn’t allow you to see what you’re typing. You can’t backspace, either…

… That was the beginning of a lengthy entry I wrote on July 6th. I decided not to post it because the rest of the entry contained a lot of very personal information (everything going on in my head right now causing writer’s paralysis).

But the tool my kid showed me was amazing, and I want to share it with everyone. As writers/bloggers, we all run across writer’s block or writer’s paralysis every now and then. When you can’t figure out what’s causing it or you can’t see a way around it, this should do the trick. Just sit down and start “blind typing”, and regurgitate whatever is in your head. Eventually, something will come out.

http://ilys.com

Happy writing, and I’ll see y’all again soon!

— Duch

Mother’s Mirror

It is never easy to stand by
While your child makes mistakes…
Stumbling through life’s lessons…
We stand helplessly by, knowing this is the only way to learn.

But it is hardest when we watch
And see our own mistakes…
Our own stumbles…
We want so badly for you to listen, but you already “know”.

And we know. We remember.
We, too, were there, once…
We had to stumble and learn for ourselves.

Many times you’ll hear us wish
“If I could go back to my teenage self and say…”
Followed by sage advice we can never give, please remember,
There are times you are truly our mirror.
Your mother can’t go back in time to that teenage girl to
Impart these words of wisdom earned from life’s experience.
So she tries to make a better life
A better future
A healthier experience
For you.

Original composition
10/7/2013

Writing Challenge

What does a sunrise mean to you?

A sunrise is a moment to treasure. The city isn’t awake yet, but nature is and this is her hour.

I’m out in my garage every morning making incense. Daybreak is the coolest time of day where I live. Sunrise is my time to enjoy the quiet, sort through my thoughts and breathe. I’m always at peace by the time I’m done. Just as the sunrise signals a new day, I’m refreshed and ready to start anew as well.

What does a sunrise mean to me? Releasing the past and moving forward into a new day.

Sunrise at the Castle

Depression

Depression is a world filled with tears and empty of reason.

Depression has swings and slides, and leaves painful scars on those who fall on its playground.

Depression is a world of isolation,
wondering if your friends left…
…or if you pushed them away
…or if they’re still there and it’s only your perception from your downward spiral.

Depression is a world of doubt and second guessing.
A battle to fight daily in an endless war.

 

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3/16/2013
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