I Am a Broken Jar by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

On the coldest eve of September
I lit a candle aimed towards
heaven, a silent prayer that I still
be alive if a revolution hits here,
my vote swallowed whole while
others like me fearing the worst
have been sewn together, my
thoughts twisted so tight, not
knowing who will live and die;
me in my nocturne years wishing
I could live out what remains of
my life. Now I am met with a cold
bed every night, and in the words
of a psalmist I am a broken jar
watching my country be suppressed,
dreams of rioters and homicide
spinning a fugue for air to breathe;
and in my scariest of dreams I am
corralled with other Americans
in a holocaust, waking the next
day having miraculously been
freed -- the gift to live, a child's
life-long salvation, and a young
jay outside my window with its
song of hope, fluttering its wings.

Author Bio: Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as
Plainsongs, Pirene's Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller's Pond,
The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods
Reader. Her books of poetry are available on Amazon and her work has been
nominated for Best of the Net in 2015, 2018, and 2020.

Website: http://bobbisinhamorey.wordpress.com