from our room

through its window

we see only darkness

which we were taught to fear

so, afraid we sit

quietly waiting

and in our waiting

the darkness speaks to us

and we are no longer afraid

as the darkness fades into light

and the night fades into day,

we remember

what the darkness had to say

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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