Revolution 78

Seven years
No hint of freedom
Hammer 6 inch nails
Through Purple Heart wood
Blistered hands now
Thick calluses

 
No end in sight
 

These working hands
Catch the flood of tears
Raise them to the stars

Plead for release

A chance
A choice

 

Life     a

Thin crystal cup
Crushed by the lightest feather

 

Memories not forgotten

In these shattered shards
Glisten in the jungle moonlight

 

This night births

A thought

A plan

A Revolution
Of one

 
And so it was…..

 

                                                                                                                        Teri Buford O’Shea
2/17/2016

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