Freedom Fighter
I am a fire-walker,
a freedom-fighter, a wounded healer,
a catalyst for violent/soft pulling out from under the rug
and finally for peace,
for peace.
For that difficult balance
moving forward
pruning in motion
in preparation
for the next
discovery
ready to face it on with honesty
and perseverance.
We must help each other to grow if we are to grow as a community.
We must get down there
on our knees
and speak to each other’s private eyes, soothe our neighbor’s breaking feet,
ask the scary strangers to touch our tears,
get under the weight of our country’s oppression and push.
What a fine place we have when two or more of us are gathered in love.
Quiet love,
deep laughing love, love that stretches, love that listens,
love that brings our gentle hands to touch ourselves before the hurting gets too bad for us to see another.
I have learned to take my addiction to addiction to addicts to pain and tell it only of the pain
of growing.
Pain is exciting because it reminds us of our mortality and our baseness, however pain has more to it when it is
the pain of the birth canal,
the pain of giving birth,
of fighting to get to the other side of trying to understand
someone that we hate,
of opening our vault doors
against love.
The sharing love of self-respect.