the sound of thunder              

shook me up

and I was afraid to read who won

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lightning flooded my room

I found my phone

and read the news

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I couldn't believe my eyes

against all odds    

he had won the race

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outside my room

the storm raged and seethed          

my hope withered beneath

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please, God, I’ll do anything

to change the election results

but 'this time' we didn't win

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I took a pill,

went back to bed,      

and slept till dawn

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eventhough

it was hard to face the day,

I got up and wept

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I watched the news on and off

to test the hard to swallow truth

avoiding the orange buffoon

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during Kamala’s concession speech

she asked us to accept the results

but not give up the good fight

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no matter how hard it may be

hard work is good work

and our future is on our hands

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President Biden and Kamala 

will do something trump could not

“a peaceful transfer of power”

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today, my best friend reminded me

Psalm 147:3

“God heals the brokenhearted

and bandages their wounds”