lasting revolutions are bathed in silence
that moment when everything stops
and choices wash away, swept into the
tide of “I must I must I can’t I don’t know
how and I can’t and…” suddenly we find
ourselves off our asses and on our feet
standing. saying no. saying yes.
saying nothing. praying. soundless.
we vaguely hear the breath entering
and leaving our nose, feel our chest
moving up and down, threatening to
heave unbled tears out. we swear there is
so much heat in our blood our
skin will blister.
It doesn’t.
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This poem was borne from a prompt at OctPoWriMo, a month long writing challenge. 31 poems in 31 Days. You may still join... in fact, I hope you will.
