Because beauty needs to be shared..and this is so very, very beautiful.

The Revolution Breathes Fire

In the depth of a traditionally
dark and stormy night,
she saw a shadowy reflection
of the strangest, brightest light

And the glow of that illumination
promised what words never could.
Not like they would take them;
Not like they ever did us any good.

And is it betrayal
when someone contradicts what they say?
or is it when you refuse to believe
that this insipid mess was the only way?

Yes, it’s easy when it hurts,
but that’s not because pain is free
And for all the wounds we crawled into
there’s not much left for time to heal.

And she knows that sometimes, she might sound distraught
but for all that we have fallen, we have also been taught
that you’re only as weak as the strongest feeling that claws inside your mind
You’re only as strong as the burdens you can afford to leave behind.

And, darlin’…

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