Brave New Words

Brave new words

Are knocking at your door.

While ancient sounds

Are growing through the floor.

And brightness finds

Its way in here once more.

So softly.

Waiting in the shade.

Rise again

Your hand around the key.

With silver tongue,

No bending of the knee.

Just hold your head

Up high where it should be.

So calmly.

For you are not afraid.

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© Jane Thomas