Shorthink62

I do stream of consciousness stuff that I don’t understand at all. It just flutters out of me like seeds in the wind. Maybe someone understands it. Don’t ask me what it means. This one is dark.

One Day

The children of the revolution sing when the rains come, if only because they remember crying when the sun was high in the sky. They have left misplaced optimism in a cache behind the place where the rivers meet the sea and brought only their black hearts to find the truth. For the truth is dark but they are darker and they will garner all that darkness into a storm that brings more rain. And then they will sing again.

The children of the revolution have stopped laying on the ground with red eyes and martyrdom and will flash-freeze their compassion for another day. For they are no longer children and they will not forgive until forgiveness seeks them out. And forgiveness will not seek them out in the detritus of decline, nor in the silence of words once spoken now broken by power, nor in the paucity of wisdom in governmental hubris nor global planned deception. Forgiveness will not seek them out while they are raging.

And they are raging now. They understand the rain now. It wets their cheeks and tendrils their hair and makes their clothes heavy. They do not need cover anymore. They’ve embraced the rain. They are the children of the revolution and they will be unlike any other, with their black hearts and suffering fury. They will not be seen in the streets but in the nightmares of those who sought to chain them. They are the cast shadows of retribution for the sunny days they never knew. 

Some will see the children of the revolution clearly but most will not. They are only waking up raging now, trailing venom in the wash of the dreams they played in for so long. 

Or maybe this is not the case. Maybe they will break chains with love and lightness and faith. Maybe. But that would be so much harder to do. It depends on if they are clever or if they are strong. The clever take the easy way, the strong take the muddy path along the river. But the clever will seek cover and the strong will walk in storms. And in this world one cannot be both now. And there are storms coming and there are very few shelters for the clever. 

Be strong. Face the rain.