a time for hope

is there a time to grieve what is already lost?
time to reconcile with the thresholds crossed
spaces in my soul feel they have an answer to these doubts

they mourn and accept their children's future droughts
others are furious and outraged; they shout at me “no room for doubt”
they do not need answers, they demand #ClimateActionNow

conflicted, I lay my hands on my face and exhale
overwhelmed by the darkness in between these breaths
a fiercely growing energy claims her space

spaces of hope. there is hope. although wildfires burn down my soul
it scorches my immobility as well
what is lost will not be forgotten

but this is humanity’s last chance
and I choose to be hopeful
I choose to act


This poem explores the concept of hope during a global climate emergency.