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