After the parade the lights went out
After the parade the stars shone through
After the parade we lay about
After the parade what was our due?
After the parade...
we stood still
we moved slowly
we sat quietly
we thought
we roused
we breathed
heavily at first as if in labour
and then we laboured
and then we toiled
and then we danced
and then we stopped...
After the parade we turned on the lights
After the parade we chose our fights
After the parade we stood to be counted
After the parade like trees we were planted
After the parade we told our story
After the parade we triumphed in glory!
About the Creator
Je'Neille Swartz
I can't stop thinking about writing. Being a writer is like being an artist, you are either exceptional or inconsequential. Honestly, I've been afraid of both. I promised myself I would DO one small thing that scared me. So, here I am.
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