we are the broken pieces of an otherwise rugged world.
the scar that mars the beauty of the earth
we ran across it's beautiful face
unwilling to be hidden
we are the skeletons that escaped from the inescapable cupboard
the cat whose bag could no longer hold captive
The faces that refused to remain in the crowd
reduced to mere mediocrity
We wave our flag of rebellion
seeking to claim our claims denied
we like atlas trudge along our world a mere afterthought in our shoulders
The camel that no longer claim the burden
you see scars I see experience
you see meekness I see forbearance
A never ending hope for Nirvana
for like a phoenix our ashes our mortar to rebuild our world and self

© sol