rebellion exists in small moments
it is the wind that whistles
in between the gaps
of this hardened world,
sending a disquieting breeze
through that which was static
it kicks up the dust
on truths that cannot be buried,
only discovered
and rediscovered
scrabbled soil,
calloused hands,
cracks in the systems
in which we put our faith
we have dug up our own roots,
poisoned the water that imbues us,
shielded ourselves from the sun,
yet we ask ourselves
why
are we so stunted?
rebellion exists in questions
Em Lyn, 2023