Fighting For

What am I fighting for?

In these hours I find myself wondering

What I put myself through all these hours

Of ripped up hope, scratched off idealism, and

muted optimism for.

 

The truth is I sometimes look back

At these years fighting for a better community,

A healthier state, and a safer nation

With hope enough for everyone to spare

And in that rear view mirror

I see nothing more than

The avarice, greed, and despair

Which first brought me here…

 

So what am I fighting for?

To pass a burning torch onto someone else,

somewhere, somehow who might not

Get burnt by the way the flames

Dart drastically, unpredictably, and viciously,

In the wind and by the whims

Of what others pass for care?

 

Right now, I can’t tell you what I was fighting for

Because I see the progression of a flame

Which turned into a wildfire others pretend to control

But it instead consumes

The good intentions and young hope

Of those who fan the very flame

Which will burn away

The foundation of everything

They’re fighting for today.

 

–Written by Sandy Heights

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