I wrote the following poem in college after I voted in my first presidential election. The election has felt like a sand storm. Where will you land after the whirlwind campaign subsides?
For the people not voting, doing nothing accomplishes nothing. Think about and just vote.
Sandstorm
By: Karen Pilarski
Warm, yellow particles
Whipping in air
Swirling through brown hair
Slaps my face like reality
Stings my eyes
Rubbed them red
But the sand like my bad decision remained instead
It blows around
In the middle of its current
I dance
Ocean like conscious cuts in
Water and sand coincide
I linger for a moment
Then drop off under the sun rise
Wind whirling and whistling
Where do I stand?
When the sandstorm subsides?
Karen Pilarski 