My condolences in advance
When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you
When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
In vulnerability
In honesty
Maybe messy, but as a firework
To a soul-less soul
One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay
Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight
Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed
Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem
I see clearly now
These clouds are what they will be
And I am ageless
Here in metaphor
I tear flesh from lying bones
Whilst he preys at large
You go on and grow
Pay no mind to trails of tears
You created here
We are silvering
We are not tinsel, flat
Nor tinny, shallow sound whose echoes won’t be known a year from now
We are, “Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you.”
We are precious shine
Mined from the deep
Ribbons of pricelessness chiseled from someplace dark we’d entered into
Unknowingly, perhaps, but prepared nonetheless
Thence emerged, the metal of us hard-earned
We cannot be traded, bartered, or sold
We are made of this
We are made from this
Will they see us in next century’s sky?
Yes! And, ’til the 12th of Never
Canyons, ancient, will carry our collective voice
We are silvering, and are not second-place
Keep the hope, you must
Kind-hearted people told me
Now thus, I bid you
It is only truth
Such uncomfortable truth
Which comforts me now
Our finest hour
And, Goddamn it, lift your voice
Shriek to me from out of the grey
It has been six years and six months to the day
Set aside your pen
Unpoison your wellspring
Harmonize with me
End the endless justification of silence
Of the dark
Lived lives trump safe lives
Remember?
It’s called crazy, see?
Longing for someone’s someone
As they walk away
A going has to come, I know
An acquiescence to the shortened days
A refusing to refuse the night
I’ll clothe myself in skin-tone colors
I will stop hearing creation’s groan silenced
I’ll start feeling good, acting great, again
Original Thought Credit: Nina Simone, “Feeling Good”
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