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She watched, in horror
As the man hit the nail
The hammer was an enemy
The best she could tell

She observed a child
Emulate his father
With a tiny thwack
He hit another man's daughter

She heard the familiar sound
Of bang, bang, bang, as she began to run
Faster, Faster, til it blast her
Into a different place of...fun

She didn't have to create
Or invent the iron fence
Her senses were sharp and quick
To come, unbidden, to her defense

She gathered tools in her box
As everyone else her age
But she was rejected and belittled
Because she was missing a sage

No one just gathers tools in a box
And decides to use them at will
They must acquire knowledge
From an expert, it's part of the deal

.....of being a human

She was a prolific gardener
Even without the proper use of tools
Which infuriated the "right" folk
Who found it easy to be dismissive and cruel

Those who watched her
Saw her build connections
That outlasted violent storms
Of rebellious insurrections

Against the love
That enveloped her splintered soul
It took decades of invested loss
But eventually, her broken, became whole

She was granted a husband
And children to raise well
She decided to eliminate
Fear from the tools she held

She never noticed her children had gain
Where she had experienced loss
She just continued to walk it out
With her heavy, burdensome cross

One day, she saw the hammer
Lying in their box of tools
She realized her "ab" use
Of not adhering to the rules

....of building love in connection
............took the hammer in hand
.....................and tamed the tyranny of the insurrection.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-17-2019


Note: Today, I have found freedom on a whole new level :)

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