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Dammed, The vault of his mind was laid bare A barren stream with only fossils visible At the mouth, buried under silt he found unspoken words That he had left to the undercurrents of political correctness: "You do not own my mind It is mine and mine alone And with it I shatter Your rules and ties that bind" As if in response to the unearthing The dam began to crack Releasing a tiny rivulet that began to push downstream Splitting into two distinct eyes that have for too long been blind Where one stretched long and far into the past While the other ebbed and flowed in the whirlpool of the future Where endless possibilities competed for dominance Against any attempt to join the relative calm of memory The dam shuddered again and the gates flew open The river of life rushing back to fill the void Deafening the ears Which for so long had only heard the carefully curated lines Repeated and indoctrinated since his birth It was in this moment of flood that freedom came pouring forth His eyes were opened He saw the sight His ears could hear His tongue could fight His raging river returned to him Liberty in the light
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Flooding Liberty
Dammed, The vault of his mind was laid bare A barren stream with only fossils visible At the mouth, buried under silt he found unspoken words That he had left to the undercurrents of political correctness: "You do not own my mind It is mine and mine alone And with it I shatter Your rules and ties that bind" As if in response to the unearthing The dam began to crack Releasing a tiny rivulet that began to push downstream Splitting into two distinct eyes that have for too long been blind Where one stretched long and far into the past While the other ebbed and flowed in the whirlpool of the future Where endless possibilities competed for dominance Against any attempt to join the relative calm of memory The dam shuddered again and the gates flew open The river of life rushing back to fill the void Deafening the ears Which for so long had only heard the carefully curated lines Repeated and indoctrinated since his birth It was in this moment of flood that freedom came pouring forth His eyes were opened He saw the sight His ears could hear His tongue could fight His raging river returned to him Liberty in the light
LRThompson
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
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