Learning To Dance

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Holding back,

watching them, watching us

fighting to try, to see beyond the pain,

marking the line in between

waiting for the first to make a move

we begin only to stop for the rain.

 

Then they come, demons on the wind,

and we crouch with shields above

as the dead on cold ground are lain.

Thunder roars and we meet them,

blood pounding in our veins,

and so we begin learning how to dance

in the rain.

 

Voices ignored as men drown out,

their Lilliputian minds closed to the sun

we defend them, too,

though cases reversed we’d hang,

but we still have to try to hold back the flood

until our dying breaths say “we’re done”.

 

For freedom means more than miniscule men,

and someday they’ll realize we did this for them,

with nothing more than liberty our gain

we tried to teach them how to dance in the rain.

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6 comments on “Learning To Dance

  1. Lizzi says:

    WOW! Really, truly WOW!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. bobcabkings says:

    What Lizzi said, and WOW again.

    Like

  3. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    Poetry by Jessica Scott

    Liked by 1 person

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