I refuse! I categorically reject this proposal of silence, these quiet forces that bend the marrow in my bones and stoop my shoulders before the darkness. I am no doll, I am no shell, I am no dilapidated slave before any of you. Let me be an instrument, if nothing else; but I will not be driftwood in the waters of the Universe. I will make waves, and if I feel no echo in the humid, dark places of the soul, I will swim until I find shore or until I dissolve in this ocean of existence.
Thus is my resistance. Better to fill our mouths with stinging seawater than be pushed by the riptide without fight.
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"I will not be driftwood in the waters of the Universe."
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in this piece is just beautiful.