exit wounds … … …
pummelled by vitriol, eviscerated by hate,
we resist!
we do not bow, we do not scrape,
we resist!
we choose to march on, on shards of glass if needs be,
we resist!
we do not accept our fate, we do not hate,
we resist, and in resisting we also celebrate!
we the people resist!
the essence of life … …
sipping the nectar, sweet, at times salty,
banishing fretful fears, wiping away merciless tears,
sipping the nectar, pungent, at times harsh,
reigniting the complacent mind, jarring it out of stasis,
sipping the nectar, of life, this life,
our only life,
dispelling the hopelessness at times felt deep,
hushing the pain, quelling the internal strife,
sipping the nectar, feeling it swirl, awash in the rains of new moments yet to behold,
sipping the nectar, warm and enriching, shushing the frigidness that comes from being out in the cold … …
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