Words welled up in my eyes,
clotted my throat,
stood on the front lines of my heart
ready to fight, defend...
"Retreat words," I ordered.
I was not ready to send them forth,
armed as they were.
Instead, they bunched behind my knuckles.
My fists clenched with thoughts.
They lay in wait...
phrases,
whole sentences
crouched silently,
held at bay by my command...
a war within.
Other words,
well trained,
shuffled their combat boots.
They marched in rows,
across my mind,
over my lips.
"Retreat words," I whispered,
my voice quieter than crickets,
lost in the steady drumbeat of battle.
My rebel words
breached enemy lines,
fighting for my cause,
disobeying orders.
My words,
a rag-tag militia,
led a revolution.
Rogue words with soldiers' hearts,
armored in truth,
too brave to surrender.
Sometimes those words just can't be silenced. Good for them.
ReplyDeleteThis is something to celebrate, allowing those words out into the world!
ReplyDeleteA great poem about a difficult situation.
ReplyDeleteWow! That is some poem! So sorry for the situation that created it, but you are incredibly eloquent.
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful poem. Wow!
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful poem. Wow!
ReplyDeleteMetaphorically excellent picture of inner war, perhaps between tongue-biting and tongue-lashing. Hope your brave, rebel words won the day.
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