The tears that help me keep going

Last week I wept.

I wept for the fear.

I wept for the loss.

I wept for a world that will no longer be the same.

Small tears that barely even showed to my colleagues on the screen.

Last week I wept.

I wept as I said out loud how afraid I am for our country.

I wept as I felt fear about our leaders.

I wept for a nation that will be irrevocably changed forever.

Small tears that barely even showed to my husband lying next to me.

Last week I wept.

I wept for the children who seem to be unseen and unheard.

I wept for the elderly who are dying alone with no one there.

I wept for those who cannot sit Shiva, cannot wail together in mourning.

Small tears that barely even showed to my children running in the yard.

This week I weep.

I weep in grief for all that is lost.

I weep in awe for all that is gained.

I weep for the collective.

Small tears that gave me the resolve to keep going.

There are no hard and fast rules to rebellion.

Carry on.

Love,

Dr. Melissa Bird