Resurgence

If all of us told all our stories

They would cover the earth

Like the leaves of Autumn

Snow in winter,

Like spring floods

and weeds in summer.

They would fill the heavens

blocking out the stars
Leveling the hollow places in our hearts

Instead

We remember them alone.

Holding our past selves

Weeping in our arms.

We must set loose the shame

like a thousand white birds

And pick up our swords

our shields

and sing a warriors song 

of Justice.