Silent No More
The silence of a
thousand years
is broken with a
whisper,
emanating from
the heartbeat of
oppression.
Time can no longer
restrain the truth.
It breaks open the
sins of the past.
Soaring above the
rabble,
chains falling
off,
secrets bleed out.
Blackened bones of
our ancestors
crumble in
desperation.
It is my turn to
speak.
My words are
winter rain.
Bare limbs
reaching from the pyre,
their cries can no
longer
be buried alive
with their bodies.
Blue songs and
green desires
melt away in the
inferno.
Annealed, the weak
become the strong.
Pained voices
unite,
shedding off the
shroud,
never more to be
silenced.
Ann Christine Tabaka
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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