Monday, April 19, 2021

How can I square
your thoughts and prayers,
your vows and oaths to change, for growth
with all the fear
that keeps you here
so sad and still, no drive, no will?

Perhaps our lines
will never meet,
my spirals mine to find, complete,
and your tower
yours to protect.
Slept-on power can not affect.

So if I must
unearth my own,
then let my gratitude be known.
I need not throne.
I need not crown
to tear your broken systems down.