We need the shadow to see the light, to see where we begin and end. One defines the other and are therefore bonded brothers. Foes, but friends, too. Necessary compliments. Bitter medicine.
But I had no idea so many lived in the darkest of shadows.
It’s not so much a disappointment as it is utter devastation. Shame.
I am so ashamed.
Will people look at me and think I hate them because of the color of their skin? Because of where they were born? Their accents? That I don’t think they’re as American as me??
I will cast my light into the darkness and do my part. I will rally. I will fight. I will love. I will accept. I will fucking smile.
But I am afraid nonetheless.
My rights to my body are on the line, my ethics as a globally conscious human dismissed, my safety as an inhabiter of Earth at risk, my care about the planet mocked.
This is a very long, very dark shadow indeed.
I take comfort in knowing that shadow cannot exist without light, that there are millions upon millions of people who are struggling to come to terms with this new reality and who are with me, shoulder to shoulder. No, we aren’t dreaming, unfortunately. This is real.
But so is the light.