Dare

Wrists and arms welted with prints

Indented with the fingers’ grasped tints

Pinkish white where the blood flow stopped

In the moments when temperament chopped

Hands twisted and wrung red and black

Skin and bones stretch and crack

Nails scratch and itch for distraction

Digging in and pinching to prevent reaction

Mouth opening and closing tight again

Trying to stop the rampage of words of stain

Teeth grinded against and clamped hard

Bottom lip chewed and bitten down barred

Intentions met on mutual ground

Dispute and disdain eventually found

Forgiveness extends his hand

But forgetfulness doesn’t approach this land

Rash words collide in tensed surroundings

Ones which seem only destroyed by chainsaw’s revving

But with a swift and simple slip and snip

Brings upon tornados and hurricanes’ fury trip

The results are what matter most

The ends summarize all that is necessary to post

Symbolizing and summarizing all that went in between

Obvious despite all the intricacies left unspoken and unseen

Fallen into a routine

Left to suffer as they attack and demean

Fallen into belief and concede

Words can kill and bleed

Dare to speak up and reprimanded

Dare to act out and shredded

Dare to confess and treaded

Dare to simply be and beheaded

But does this constant batter mean to no longer try?

Will you no longer reach for the sun, moon, stars, and sky?

Would you be oppressed and made to comply?

Does vulnerability and tears means a weakling supply?

No, we will speak up and defend ourselves and more

We will act out for those who cannot take what’s in store

Our voice cannot be shadowed, muted pleas

We stand as we are and speak as we please

Dare to be and dare to change

Routine horrors should not be arranged

Dare to try and fall but get back another time yet

Because it shows them that your life is not in stone set