Words.

I need words.

I need words to let this pain out somehow, words with the power to transform themselves AND the fate of the universe

Words to quell this heaviness, a weight more than I can bear, we cannot bear this cross alone

but we keep trying to don’t we?

We carry it together and we always have, who leads and who follows fades the longer we march.

We carry it together and we always will.

Your future depends on my future depends on yours and our children’s

depends not only on “us,” but on each other.

At what point is it no longer an acceptable loss? At what point is it personal? At what point do the ends quite possibly justify the means?

Words. Words I have always hated read like the only solution,

if there is a solution. I refuse to believe it is the end, but it is.

It is the end of complacency and apathy and turn the other way, the end of see nothing and say nothing, and turn the other cheek becomes invisible to us and deaf to our ears…

Living barely better than dead.

And that job, that job you’re just a few degrees over-qualified for, but how can you say no when you forgot to straighten your hair this morning, what did you expect?

Thank you, SIR. Words as unnatural as they are untrue and you promise yourself that this is the last time you ever break a promise to yourself.

And so you show up. Late, but you’re there and they see you and the MEANING OF IT ALL waxes and wanes and is always out of reach, but within imagination,

within this new realm

of mild improbability.

Words. I need words. I need words to fix this and words to wash it away and words to manipulate only the RIGHT PEOPLE.

Words to mourn with, to sympathize with, to stand in solidarity with, to defend with PEACE

and then logic.

Words to cast a spell

or two, or three, or enough to span the next 400 years.

A spell to stop from only trying this time, a spell of safety for your sons on the wrong side of the masses’ consent.

Words to both confirm and contest what we call reality, morality, contempt, revenge, avengement, enslavement, IN THE NAME OF

and on repeat.

Words to resurrect words.

Words written a half a century ago that could have been spoken yesterday,

but for PROGRESS.

Words to sing our anthem of pain, the pain of we won SO MANY WARS

and lost all the battles.

The battle for life lost, the battle for hope lost, and the battle for happiness,

we lost some of that along the way too.

Give me words to tell our children. Words to walk us home, to lead us home, to teach us that this is our home TOGETHER.

We need words to guide us and words to guilt us, and words that will never allow us to stop

on our quest for freedom.