Revolution: A Poem

Posted on the 04 October 2014 by Juliejordanscott @juliejordanscot

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.