A freewrite for nobody.

I originally thought I would dedicate this to you, to her, to him, to them
but I can't express enough that this is meant for more than that.
It hurts to think that we're all trying so damn hard
yet we're still invisible to most of the world.
Too many of us are fighting for a useless cause.
Barriers remain barriers, borders close us in.
Demanding legislation takes precious, valuable time -
a luxury the vulnerable do not possess.

My friends grow nothing but pessimism in their
backyards and who could ever blame them?
Their roots have been cut off, manipulated by hope.
Hope runs out even if we know it has to flow toward something.
It's near impossible to find the source, to build our home
next to it, to become steady and sound by it.
Post after post is made, protest after protest organized
and we're still sinking. Our bones ache silently.
We try to command this nation to be something it's not,
to be great when we're not strong enough to harvest our seeds.
War is inevitable. People will always scream for guns.
For protection. For ownership of anything and everything.
So much never changes (the Earth has always been in chains).

We run out of breath until we exist off the fumes of a failed humanity,
our souls roaming between reality and fantasy.

We wanted so much more for ourselves...