Resurrected Poem

Yesterday I was reminded on the Book of Faces of a poem I wrote six years ago. It does a great job of capturing the aura of recent events, so I thought I should maybe share it again.


Torch Fire

Villagers with Torches

A world welled up
from the depths of my despair
and has refused to abate
in decades that have followed
and I find myself trapped
in a castle of broken dreams

I had hoped that choosing
change rather than death
would open the world
to new possibilities
new ways to benefit
our common humanity

But if you reject the humanity
present within our minds and bodies
and cannot respect our choices
and offer to protect the fragility
of our very existence
then what is to become of us

Allowing other people to burn us
while you stand silent
does not leave you
with clean hands
--Robyn Elaine Serven
--May 7, 2010

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Steven D's picture

Love your poem.

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"You can't just leave those who created the problem in charge of the solution."---Tyree Scott

mouselander's picture

Thank you for sharing.

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featheredsprite's picture

And quite appropriate for the current time!

We yearn to take control of our lives but are walled in at every turn. And you expressed it wo well. Thank you.

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