Poetry

Becoming wise to 
your faults. I will not wear 
any talisman. 
 
No fireworks were needed 
to celebrate the return 
of the sane fakir. 
 
Standing up― was the biggest 
ideal of the oppressed. I 
repeat the act. 
 
Taking the helm― without 
retribution― was a challenge 
thrown by the dark. 
 
I have come to be reborn 
in the name of symbols 
broken.