While my May poetry series has been rocking and rolling, there’s a part of my heart/soul/spirit that still has eyes on the state of the world. That part of me is really struggling to hold onto hope in the face of genocide, terror, dehumanization, greed, and a blatant disregard for the value of human life. This poem captures my current headspace. Here’s to holding on.

xo, Adrienne

BY MY FINGERTIPS

how do you destroy a people?

by burning the roots of their love,

the seeds of their future,

the babies

the babies

the babies

there are no words

to capture this

only jagged, searing

despair

i’m clinging to hope

by my fingertips,

and i can feel them

slipping