An Unbroken Fury
They throw their stones,
cast their shadows over those
I hold dear,
and with every sneer,
every whispered word,
they try to break them.
But I won’t stand by.
I won’t watch quietly
as they tear at the threads
that bind us together.
They don't know the strength
it takes to stand firm
against the weight of their hate.
But I do.
And I will not let my friends
My people crumble
I’ve seen the fear in their eyes,
felt the sting of their pain,
and each time,
it cuts deeper,
burns brighter.
But I won’t let it end here.
I will fight,
with the fire of love
that refuses to be quenched,
with the fury of loyalty
that refuses to fade.
They can spit their venom,
they can laugh their cruel laughter,
but they will never break us.
For what are we,
if not a shield for each other,
a force too strong to be silenced?
So let them come,
let them bring their hate
I will stand,
unbowed,
for my friends,
for the ones I call home.
Copyright © Garty Bowersox | Year Posted 2024
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