Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
an abundant yield for all
freedom’s promise broken
they hail words once unspoken
cheering as we fall
in the face of shameless cruelty
a promise made each night
not to yield the endless fight
as we march for liberty
Thanks for the prompts: YIELD and PROMISE
once upon a time I slept
each night in peace and quiet
but then the screams ran riot
the peace no longer kept
and now the voice inside my head
sings a raucous melody
its song is endless thankfully
as silence fills my heart with dread
I don’t think I actually followed the w3 prompt correctly ( as this enclosed rhyming) but it inspired me so I’m giving them props!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 