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Only Sleeping

Jo Guzman

The flavor of “Fuck you” smacked across my lips when I woke

Not so much in anger

More like calm clarity

I touched my heart with my right hand

The one that used to pledge allegiance to many things

I believed the stories for so long

The ones about love and heroes and good

Until I realized the truth often died with those mortally silenced because the empire said so

My hand and my heart set about their work

Counter clockwise circles

Unravelling layers of grief and shame and anger

No wonder there was so much pressure

And then I felt the flicker

That little flame

The one that never extinguished no matter what

No matter what form of fear held me by the throat until I almost stopped caring about my own breath

Almost

Almost

Little did I know that the dragon was only sleeping

Deep in my heart

The nearly obscene pressure a message from my body

Wake up

There is no hiding

No more, none

It’s fire season, you know

Aries

Rising, rising, rising

Burn it down

Fire purifies

My heart on my hand stopped

As I realized the gift…

Rest

Do it now

For the battle is coming

And God needs her best soldiers ready

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