The Faultline by @CatEleven

Cross-posted from: One Woman's Thoughts
Originally published: 14.01.14

I stood on the faultline

And was damned

From the minute I set foot I could tell

But I was a suitable voice

So my echoes were heard as I fellWhen she stood on the faultline

No-one spoke

The sidelines were eerily quiet

The girl from the wrong sort of world

An unacceptable voice willing riotThe ground opened up

And it pulled her

She was taken and held beneath earth

And the climb that it took to be free again

Left her clean out of will and of worthEvery time that a crack starts to open

And the steadiness falters below

I listen for the shouts

For the armies

Who come for some, and too slowWhen will we start taking action

When will we step up and shout

When will we stand for the falling

And let not one more fall and burn out


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