It hurts to be silent—
the unsaid words
sharp as frazil ice—
needle shaped and
able to slice what
inside is tender.
Still, we found ways
to be silent.
I give thanks
for the chill
that woke up
the millions of women
around the world,
got us moving
in one direction.
I give thanks
for the diversity
of messages
that inspire us
to be not one voice
but millions
together.
As we march,
I think of the fish,
how they move as one,
sometimes daily,
sometimes annually.
They know
when to stay,
when to move,
when to give it
everything they’ve got.
I can also see the river of ice beginning to move, and, thereby, moving aside everything that’s in its path.
I, too, am grateful for moments what has been held back is no longer held.
I could only think of this way to love my sisters and remove just one phallacy a day
https://lafeywit.wordpress.com/2017/01/20/nailed-it/
Amen, sister
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Wednesday, January 25, 2017 at 7:53 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Women’s March, January 21, 2017”
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