One thousand days
have come
and like history gone
like freedom never
granted won
at unconscionable cost
yet given freely
away
What then is left
to us
to say about
these thousand days
our friends and neighbors
strangers lost
like love or trust
dissolved
into the blue
where only answers lie
Silence is star-strewn
skies new snow
at dawn
something pale
fluttering
on fragile wings
these things whisper
But we must not
speak
quietly about these days
and nights
each hour now
a razor poised
and we exposed
can choose
how this story ends
decide as one
or under cover
of excuses slink
into what
hell may come.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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