“everyone is a conscience objector to something” — William Stafford (from Every War Has Two Losers)
The sun was warm. Flowers pop and stretch.
I sang softly into the deepest darkness.
I was not afraid.
Even here, I struggle what to say.
Bending under the weight of 1000 unwritten letters,
I want to succeed
Morning news push violent denials.
I wake softly into fading darkness.
I am not afraid.