caught in an insane time
like you
trodden under by absurdity
expected to cow
but I say
rise up now
clad in colors
of a joyful life
rebuke the strife
do not bow
tilt against convention
the prevailing norm
is a toxic storm
buck the winds of brute rebuff
stare down the face of ridicule
if buffeted by cruel
condemnation
from the foolish
sadly blown off course
refrain from force
be not inclined to fear
nor falter
choose instead
to tame the dread
to stay ones ground
leaning hard on raw conviction
steadfast bound
be anchored bold
and deeply hold
to the genuine
do not resent
remain flexible
to withstand the blows
of frightened those
who would see you swayed
and have you bent
your broken spirit
for so to savor
stand head high
back straight
don’t ever waver
be never rigid
brittle
prone to break
do not forsake
your heart song
wisdom is a supple soul
skewered through
by true enlightenment
pierced clean and strong
by wonder
bleeding hope
and justice
DAY 15