Taming Tyranny

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 :)