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Apr 2017
I am a part of a
tiny yet large
silence yet surfacing
community.

We feel the same pain.
We feel the same anger.

It bubbles and bursts
an overflow.
We ask
β€œWhat is wrong with us?”
β€œWhat did we do to make this happen?”

And the answer
is nothing.

We are brave souls
seeking a glimpse
of shinning light

In an electric storm.
a commotion so wild
it makes us shiver.
It makes us burn.

Conflicted.
Confused.
We are utterly conflicted
and utterly confused

But we are making noise.
Titans fighting angst
our own mythological *******.

But these monsters are real
and they are among us

So we cannot remain silent.
We must find our own unique
glowing
effervescent
voice.

And that voice will swell
and soar
and climb to new heights.

We are eagles.

Furiously screaming
across the sky.

And you should bow
in awe of our
majesty.
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V Anne  Massachusetts
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