Keep Your Eyes On The Road

Moving in between stories, 
Trying to make one of our own.
The headlines scream “Protest”
While Monks Walk For Peace “Alone”.

It’s hard to navigate the twists and turns
Trying to stay centered on your own road.
It’s hard to take in the day’s beauty
While clutching on to the emotions you hold.

Our life, my life 
made up of so few precious days,
I don’t want to be selfish now,
But here’s what I’ve got to say.

I’ll Walk For Peace 
With every breath I take
Every photo I share,
Every poem I create.

I’ll protest government overreach
Though my activism legs are old and slow.
So I protest by shining my little flicker of light
Down this crazy, unrelenting, twisted road.

We are a country 
built from toil and mistakes.
Our forefathers, far from perfect.
So many lives have been lost along the way.

But the message was always crystal clear:
At least it was to me
All of us are created equal. Remember?
This is supposed to be the land of the free.

Now, this poem may feel like a
Twisting, turning mountain road 
With blind corners to navigate.
But know that I’m searching for beauty as I go.

So my protest sign will read like a prayer:

Keep your eyes focused on Peace.
Steady as she goes.
Because while you’re the one driving,
You’re responsible for that piece of road.