Daring to Blossom

Shield yourself from the gaze
of the wickedness that has come to rest
within yourself;

that place of punishment
no one else can see
but you
standing
in your own corner
of bad.

Find the force
to walk past the statues
other souls have become
in their day in
and day out worlds,

frozen in their sadness,
still as stone
in lives that make no sense,
unable to move from a posture
of anger or fear.

On the edge of this final resting place
sit quietly and examine
a single flower
coming up through the cracks

daring to blossom
in the harsh and rocky
daylight,
in the quiet
that has become a song
waiting for you to stand up
and dance.