Independence Day

Save me,
from the stone cruel love
of those who profess their devotion
as they crush you
beneath their weight.

Save me,
to rise from the stones,
to find roots in the ruins,
and defy those
that prefer my shell more than my soul.

Save me,
those bits that are left,
and watch me bear fruit
richer and more vibrant with color
than the murderer
ever imagined.

About this poem

Independence Day can be something more than July 4th. It can be the day we declare independence from whatever crushes us, either from within, or without, or both.

Sometimes it is less about fireworks than first steps.

Tom