Rise and Resist - A poem of awakening

There was no ballot for preservation

Because that was an illusion

When they burned the remains of your sanctuary there was nowhere safe to go

We are the fury you've been missing in your life

The vibration of thunder under your feet and

The pulse of trauma you feel in your skin

You hide beneath your slumber

Unaware of what reaches for you when you sleep

They say, "We are all the above,

Salute our devotion."

I tell you, trust what I say, for I know the nature of darkness

Ready to devise

Wreckage

Be brave wise bird

Resurrect your intuition

And set fire to your trauma

Rise and Resist