I am sharing this very personal poem to honor the poets of Myanmar, individuals who are being shot, burned, and imprisoned for writing their truth in a country whose elected government was ousted by the military earlier this year.
May we find other ways to reconcile our differences than silencing the voices of others, or the voice within ourself.
I almost step
into the familiar fog
of inferiority
until I remember
to take the step
I don’t want to take
and admit
I am good enough
to peer through the blinds
at the snow-capped cattails
inhaling the crispness
of the moon,
good enough
to be in their presence,
good enough to step
into the hush
of winter
and add my voice
to those who will
announce the dawn,
knowing I must
take that first step
before I can take
the second.
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