from the stone cruel love
of those who profess their devotion
as they crush you
beneath their weight.
to rise from the stones,
to find roots in the ruins,
and defy those
that prefer my shell more than my soul.
those bits that are left,
and watch me bear fruit
richer and more vibrant with color
than the murderer
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.