Protest

Clustered
faced away grasp scared
fingers that sizzle like eyes
held strong and soft
on silt ground

charged by countless
sacrifice to life
and in passing resoved
by unimportance
chin up (of course)

cheeks drawn
calm in tangible energy
surely blessed
dressed in those
who walked before me

shouting through the stark light
you’re doing it right
when ready do
and don’t let go

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