The Wall

I feel so disconnected, from even the ones I love and cherish the most

I feel as though I'm a stranger, a black sheep, or a centrist ghost

They are not careful about what they say or what they post

And that's why I'm careful about what I say and what I post

There's a wall between me and them, made of polarizing political views

A wall made of patriotism, of Trump, and Red White and Blue hues

Not that this wall is wicked; a wall is just a wall, after all

But why does it have to be so determined to be so damn tall?

In between the conspiracy theories that may or may not be true

I get a peek through the wall, I get a much better view 

Of a wandering heart, sometimes mine, sometimes theirs

But no one's destroying the wall; that much has been declared

How do I climb the wall all by myself, with no one left or right to help?

I can hear supporting voices from a distance, but only if they yell

I made it halfway up once, but I slipped on the vaccine and fell

Now I lay flat on the ground, the middle-girl, the shell

My heart flutters, I cry, the intense feelings rise in my chest

As I see that millionth post about Trump being the best

It wouldn't be so hard if I could simply be right or left

But I'm compelled to stand in middle ground, even if it hurts my head

I saw the "trusted" video tearing the vaccine and covid apart

I also saw the comments, tearing Christians and families apart

Oh, the obsession with being right and heard hurts my heart

Maybe I can finally scream "STOP!". Maybe that's a start

I tell them "I decided to get the shot" and they say they respect me

But I saw them sharing conspiracy theories about how dangerous that could be

They say "to each his own; that's what it means to be free in this country!"

But I see your snide remarks of the ones who use their freedom to disagree

Here I sit, trapped between "The vaccine saves lives" and "Stop the mandate!"

Thinking I agree with both and could easily post, but I don't know what to say

Do I say "Mandates are wrong, but vaccines are good"; would that encourage anyone?

I don't think so, so I don't post; I know if I screamed, I'd leave emotions undone

How I wish I could say "Shut up and read your Bible instead of reading the news!"

But it'd be slightly hypocritical of me to say that when sometimes that's all I do.

Instead, I sit and sigh, rubbing my head as I work through intrusive feelings

I want to be a person of love, in all my political and social media dealings

Now I'm getting a headache and my anxiety is setting up camp

In my soul, I feel sorrow and in my heart, there's a politics-related cramp

So I know I need to let go of everything, to let go of it all

It'd just be so much easier if there wasn't a stupid wall