Last night, I dreamt of Sedition
I woke again and again and the pain rattled in me
like it did when it were real, were here
My God, why, why
can't I just forget my agony?
Wasn't once enough?
I get out of bed mid-afternoon, exhausted from a lack of sleep:
I'll never again be felled by fear.
I get up, shower, get dressed, become sociable with everyone
read sections from my storybooks
smile, hum tunes from brave
I learn to forget the shaking of my hands, the temptation to shut down
to stare off into the distance with what my friend Katie would call Empty eyes
no, not again.
I will not be felled by fear,
not I
the warrior-heart, the wild-girl
I will smile and be grace
I will live with a force to part smoke.
Tonight, I will sleep.
And maybe soon, friends.
We wild Americans quite love our hope.
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