I stood in her secret annex
Many years ago
And I still remember the patina of years past
Stuck to dingey walls and curling yellowed posters.
I climbed a dark narrow staircase
Just to stand in her shoes
And in the tiny rooms she and her family and friends shared
For two years.
Two long lonely years
Of
Depending on high-stakes kindness
And sustained silence to save them
From the devil —
A devil with horns hidden just above his brow
And a gouging flaming tail on full display.
Two fear-soaked years
Of
Never standing in the sun
And never kissing under the moon and stars
With toes toeing the grass,
Toes that feel their freedom in the cool dew.
She spent two years carving love-borne madnesses and unsinkable hopes
Into stones of eternity
While bloodied dragons hunted her blood,
And the blood of those like her.
If found —
Death would lead their way down that suffocating staircase
Into gallows of flame and silencing fire.
We
Of this era
In this part of the world
Do not know fear
And inconvenience.
We do not know true evil.
We do not know history.
That’s because we are too busy
Building more fires
And burning more books,
Blinding ourselves with the woke light of ignorance.
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👽❤
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*** I have no political affiliations, btw. Not left. Not right. Everyone is fucked as far as I’m concerned. I’m disgusted with society as of late. ***
I’m with you.
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I’m not the only one who sees the absolute bullshit coming out from all directions…. Thanks for validating me. What a mad mad world.
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Mad enough to make me feel almost sane, which seems wrong somehow.
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Jesus… tell me about it. 🤣
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Great content 🙂 Thank you
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Thank you!!
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Empress, I am blown away by this. Maybe it just hit me just the right way, I dunno but … yeah, I liked this very much.
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Thank you Tara. That means a lot coming. Anne has a special place in my heart. Being in the place where she lived with her family for 2 years in hiding, seeing her posters and diaries… it was very humbling. When I hear people of all sorts groan about oppression in the society we currently live in, I think of the Holocaust. That was oppression. Even more… it was full-on erasure of an entire group of people. It still boggles my mind. I also stood where the Nazis burned books in Berlin…and at Dachau concentration camp… over Hitler’s bunker… and countless museums and memorials. Nothing comes closer to oppression and erasure than the Holocaust. That’s my opinion anyway.
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Something to always remember and keep in our hearts and minds.
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Exactly 💯!!!
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Si j’avais pu, j’aurais liker deux fois, mais ce n’est pas possible. Texte magnifique. Et je suis bien d’accord avec le commentaire que tu as laissé à Tara.
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Lol! Merci! Tu est vraiment gentil, mon ami!
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