Spirit that the world said no to,
unwatered wallflower, I recall
when your days had the mercy
of callous warlords; when every eye condemned
with the nature of a solemn judge,
and burnt you at the stake of fierce indifference.
How you toiled with that puzzle of ashes; how
each dawn's ruthless jackboot kicked them
from the cradle of your patient hands.
Darkness assigned your role - cast
you as a wraith to dwell upon a shadow's fringe:
close enough to witness light; enslaved beneath the pall.
Spirit that the world said no to,
jewel overlooked, I recall
the black rooms that you curled in as a seed
awaiting sprout; how you whispered
to a foetal self-belief that kicked
into the ailing darkness, drunk with its own vigour.
How you resurrected a phoenix; how
your patient hands caressed the timid coal,
to raise the flame of self that licked the waking sky.
Fire assigned your role - your gaze
burst with the halo of a clear assurance;
grace hypnotised the earth on which you danced.
Spirit that the world said no to,
unencumbered gem, I recall
the vital prism of your laughter
ensnaring youths; how every heartbeat craved
with the hunger of a tiger underfed,
to beat in perfect, steady unison with yours.
How you came to know the tyranny of time; how
you laboured to endure the tilts and slings,
Spirit, Spirit that the world said no to,
how you synthesised the light of your own YES!
Take care, keep safe, and stay beautiful,
Amor y Paz,






I have great appreciation for this right now...glad you linked it!
Meghan
Thanks, Meghan. Hang in there! Thanks so much for visiting.
good line Je'
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Thanks, Joy.