I took this on election night-
the night our great country was flushed down into the sewer and a man I
call with very little affection ” Twitler ” became President Elect.
One of my neighbors was shooting off a gun, or maybe it was fireworks
I think they were chanting USA.
I’m not feeling like the person in this picture anymore.
Here’s the reason why:
I asked myself a question that made me remember
there was something I could fight back, a way to make our story heard.
I asked myself,
” What would Rod Serling do?”
He’d write about the Monsters arriving on Maple Street.
I don’t feel so overwhelmed anymore.
I am standing on firm ground and I am ready to fight
in the best way I know how.
Thank you Rod Serling.
I hope to do you proud.
Daily Prompt: Overwhelming