Seven years
No hint of freedom
No hint of freedom
Hammer 6 inch nails
Through Purple Heart wood
Through Purple Heart wood
Blistered hands now
Thick calluses
Thick calluses
No end in sight
These working hands
Catch the flood of tears
Catch the flood of tears
Raise them to the stars
Plead for release
A chance
A choice
A choice
Life a
Thin crystal cup
Crushed by the lightest feather
Crushed by the lightest feather
Memories not forgotten
In these shattered shards
Glisten in the jungle moonlight
Glisten in the jungle moonlight
This night births
A thought
A plan
A Revolution
Of one
Of one
And so it was…..
Teri Buford O’Shea
2/17/2016
Originally posted on September 20th, 2016.