truth and justice demanded
voice again again starved
for a language of our own
we nevertheless offered all
we had frozen with fear
no means to measure this
sweet-bitter story these
languid shattered years
dissolving in despair in joy
the world we knew
a single thread of pale sand
rippling glistening end to end
on which we trying
to chart a new way home
imagine forgotten tapestries
and trace unwritten poems
© 2021 by Hannah Six
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