Do we choose silence
not only as a tool
for self-protection
when speaking
our latest chapter stories
feels unsafe?
But also stern silence
may become a weapon
to ward off apathetic enemies
of our straight
hopelessly white
monotheistic
monopolistic
patriarchal capitalist
enemies
Who would not seem to care
to love us
more than we ourselves
can love them
as part of us
right now
left multiculturally
and ecofeminist
silenced here.
As you go
and liberally grow silent,
I may quietly
then traumatically
hear,
as isolating time
sticks ominously by,
“I am not your constant un-masked friend,”
and, thereby,
an ominous self-fulfilling prophecy
emergently erupts
in punishing response,
“I cannot remain
your therapeutic good-times,
vaccinated against silent unease,
healthy
co-empathic musing friend,”
To trust when skies grow silently dark
and night descends
beyond despair
to safely share
stressed Trauma
Itself first felt ray
of restoring justice promise
despite this loss of salvific
passioned hope.
Prosperity losses steal
from future compassion
already while first silenced weapons
dream denying
relentless truths of suffering
lack of healthy opportunity
to speak our fears
out loud
with those who trust
our trembling tears.
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