By Vivi Sojorhn

Being neutral is

Is the silence of birds in

Front of the grave storn.

Being as still as

The hunted with deep knowing

Becomes a mirror.

To the blood and teeth

To their lies I simply drop

To the ground as if

 

Dragging weight heavy

With self-love and assurances

Own my peace and know

I may die to lies

That can no longer move me

Into their hopes for war.

They have no one left.

Fight with who? I have not run

Their story dies now.

 

Reflect in my eyes.

Like a raging storm dispersed

Pass where I stand now.

Once gone, the birds sing

I move light, fluttering

Wings back to my life.

Copyright (c) 2026 Vivi Sojorhn