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“I know my limitations,” she said.
Her eyes were honest,
and she shook her head.
So many lines,
so many lines
rehearsed, unsaid,
and crumpled paper,
that blew - confetti,
yet still, unwed.

“To begin, again, is almost unthinkable!”
The specter of polite letters -
the “not quite there” comments,
that made her sink into despair,
crack open the wine,
and celebrate -
magnificent failure, alone.

She flits about the room, a moth,
dives for another plot, another character.
An open door, a newly arrived spectator.
“I need to be alone to hear the voices, Diane.”
The door closes.
She begins to begin, again.

Another chapter, and she’s lost.
Lost to the book, that tells her to give up.
“Just let them write themselves.”
She hears the voices in her head
and feels that it might crack.
A siren outside, interrupts her train of thought.
And from the sash window,
revelers, in the street, run, amok.

“Just get it done” (and it will be enough.)
She types the characters, plods through
the sentences.
She gasps for air. Goes outside.
She walks the forest, alone at night.
An unknown shadow’s at its heart.
She reaches in her breast pocket.
She knows her limitations,
takes the knife,
and draws blood.

Copyright Suzy Davies 10/01/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.

Don’t talk to me of justice,
Don’t talk to me of pain,
Don’t talk to me of slavery -
it’s too hard to explain.

Don’t talk to me of freedom,
cos we all pay the price.
We strike out on our brothers -
and do it more than twice.

Don’t talk to me of a new Peace
all across the globe,
The streets are paved with bloodshed,
yet we say they’re paved of gold.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
listen and you’ll see,
the violence and destruction
It’s too hard to believe,
Yeah, Yeah , Yeah,
listen to the sound,
There is no room for breathing
as a man’s tied to the ground.

Don’t talk of changes coming,
we dare not hope today.
Cos promises are tomorrow,
and freedom slips away
We march with distant voices,
that fall upon deaf ears,
we’re marching for our brothers,
with hearts so full of fear.

Just give me one last promise,
that Love comes shining through;
the bright star of creation,
a start of something new.
A sign that change is coming
when something in us moves,
and the world is all together,
and joined in Grace and Love.

Copyright Suzy Davies, 2020.

Don’t look, don’t look,
there’s looting on the streets.
Don’t feel, don’t feel,
don’t watch your brothers bleed.

Don’t say, don’t say,
don’t breathe another word.
Don’t hear, don’t hear,
don’t tell’ em what you heard.

Don’t think, don’t think,
remembering what’s the truth.
Mindfulness, bearing witness,
is something - not for you.

Don’t ask, don’t ask,
why changes never come.
Don’t cry, look to the sky,
for all the things you’ve done.

I said, don’t touch, don’t touch,
the lives beside your own.
Don’t pray, and never say
each heart’ll have a home.

Copyright, Suzy Davies, 2020.