Freedom from the Pit
Screams, silence, walls.
Intimidation that will never understand the view from the dusty baseboard looking up….
a rose whose thorns can fight no longer and so her petals fall.
Ashes from a rose so tall must fall in order to grow once again
the tears of ashes, flame the dart,
the tears of ashes, mend the heart
authority swipes down its claws to the prey of adolescence whose voice can't call
for something more...
something louder than the defective bullhorn that echoes only the voice of the barrier's scroll.
A baseboard forever nailed to the bottom's wall, a baseboard strong enough to break free and slowly crawl
A single life, a voice that's praised only when she smiles and falls.
Look up child, look higher, look beyond the mud and mire, look past the walls and let Him fall, fall down from the sky and pull you out from the dark nest current that tells you lies. Let Him save you from the diabolical vines.
