Stand Up, a Freewrite Poem



Call a spade a spade my friends.
Stand in the blaze of your own truth.

Glare if you must,
or be glared at,
for only those of us who can stand in our own blaze,
will stand at all.

Fear weakens.
Fear opens the door for control.
Shut your door to all that would sweep you off your own two feet
or would coerce you to violate ancient taboos of self harm.

Do not allow your skin,
or the skin of your newborn babies,
to be pierced.
Do not allow your inner instincts to be ignored.
Do not allow your sovereignty to be denied.

The future is being written in the imaginations
of beings of love and light.
Nothing will ever be the same again.

Stand up.
Be you,
no one else

Shut the door to tyranny.
Shut the door to hate and fear.

Just shut the door.


This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is spade.


image is a detail of a painting by Chris Randolph

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