Despite the closed fist

It is so sad in this world

That we are not allowed to be who we want to be

That so many are repressed in their true expression

Or have their souls met with anger and control

This creates a world in with the most authentic of us weep

We weep for all the ways

We were blocked from expressing what was most true for our souls

We feel sad that when we needed a genuine and loving hand to hold

Instead we met a closed fist

And we bury the sorrow we really feel

When instead we are fed philosophy

Before we could find the validation so essential to recovery

And yes so many of us had to go forward alone

Over a rocky landscape where so little was given or truly known

  We may have collapsed under the great burden of lack

And ground our souls to ashes in the dust

But in time what other choice did we have

Except to summon up the strength to stand up again

To pick up the pieces of our life and make the choice to go forward

Despite the lack

Despite the judgement

Despite the coldness

Despite the closed fist