Join the Revolution

As one door closes
another shuts in your face,
your freedom curtailed,
but they always forget
the roof light and
the mouse hole in the skirting board.

Imagination and
the creative spirit
cannot be pinned down,
or filled with lead,
or hanged, or quartered
or buried in the ground.

Snap on your wings
fly in the shadow of the stars
discover the macrocosmos
in the shimmer of a tear
and the microscomos
in the glow of the universe.

The revolution lives
and truth shines in
the light of the moon,
forever in the souls
of those who believe
that there must be more.

You called me monster,
you called me Jezebel,
you called me many things
but my true name
is a secret lodged
in the hearts of the brave.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way shape or form without my written permission.

Join the Revolution

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Poem about a revolution of the spririt.

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MCN: CVBHT-EEFRQ-2MDS9

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