Last night I screamed at you.
My words:
Articulate,
Fitting,
like a puzzle.
Somehow somewhere within me
Gathered strength.
The anguish of tyranny,
Met dying resiliency,
The dam broke,
I snapped–
A splintered twig.
Finally I stood tall,
A pedestal of truth,
A lasting sting.
Alas victory is fleeting,
Disappearing all too easily,
With a fluttering of eyelids,
Roused from sleep.