small

Strongholds are hard,

risk required

to break the generations

of shame declaring the healing worse

than the barbed wire chains of pride

encircling the light-bearers like hawks

searching for the small, burrow-ers

making their way among the vines and weeds

towards truth.

goodness

lies are where the truth starts

to win, the whole of it

pushed down only to rise

because

goodness stays pure

despite what those who can’t

handle freedom

may say or wish

away.