For those who were there, you will understand.
For those outside our world, this poem may be confusing and chaotic.
I wrote this as part of a therapeutic process.
For Little Red - I write, I create. For those still there. I pray.
For those recovering. Be gentle. This video has triggered me every time I’ve watched it. It hurts. It hurts so much.
Poem below:
You protect your kingdom
To protect yourself
Closing ranks
You pull shut the double doors
Lower the blinds
Rip down the small paper sign
The only sign of life that adorns the vacant window
It’s a new season
You construct your citadel
The fortress you always dreamed of
But now you feel trapped by it
The eagle lands
Just a stone's throw away
A little too far off to fit the foretelling
But if you can throw stones you will
She was warned of a wolf
Beware the wolf
She thought the wolf was us, Red Riding Hood
But it is you
The wolf has always been you
And you hurt Little Red
You continue to deny it
Categorically deny it
The red wisps of her cloak whisper to you
The veil is torn
Lift that rug, look under the carpet
Out crawl the bodies
From under the bus
Two decades of chaos
Shouting for justice
Her violin evokes a haunting melody
No longer slaves
Though some still are
The strings continue to play
Day and night
Night and day
Into the field they run
Eyes closed, blinded and trusting
The ball spins and weaves as it lands in the net
Winners
All of them
Everyone is cheering
He was cheering
But now he declares he doesn’t know you
It doesn’t matter
Holding on with all your might
To your citadel
Your fortress
The hub has lost its spokes
What happened to the happiest place on earth?
It’s boldly gone
Gone
And yet you still hold on
If they ever betray you…
Those left behind know their place
Don’t rock the boat
Don’t stir the hornets nest
Don’t listen to the dissenters
All they want is the money
It’s all about the money
But it’s not, you know that
But it is.
For you it is
Your citadel
Your fortress
A renaming
Proclaimed by the prophet
It’s a renaming
Citadel
A new season
It’s a new season church
Doors, double doors, counter-levers and locks
We signed three documents
And now we enter double doors
Or exit…
Standing until we crumble
You hurt Little Red
You hurt Red Riding Hood
Red, so much red, dripping red…
The wolf
Beware the wolf...
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