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Our Fight (Agnes Török Tribute)
It is okay for those tears to slip and slide down
Your face. It is okay to take off your mask, to
Take down your hair or to remove your crown
Completely because the truth confronting you
And all of us head on is something we cannot
Avoid for the long run. We shed light on a slew
Of feelings that we try to swerve. We fought
Tooth and nail against the darkness with our
Vulnerabilities still intact. Others talk or plot
Only in the easy times, but in that dark hour
When we feel the most alone and scared of
All the hard stuff we give people the power
To share their own stories. No one can un love
Us because we have no hallways or corridors
To let any of the light in. We keep our gloves
On just to feel strong and we become foragers
Looking for food or shelter as we are fully able
To survive the storm. We come to cross rivers
And across a fork in the road. We want stable
Lives and having sunshine every day could
Easily feel like living in someone else’s fable,
But we always try hard every day as the wood
From the trees continue to grow. We are all
Human in our own ways. Beautifully, good,
Bad, broken and fragilely human. The wall
Eventually comes down and we will heal from
The burdens we carry. Fears that we scrawl
On walls disappear. We no longer succumb
To fears and their power to take us with them.
#agnestörök
Your face. It is okay to take off your mask, to
Take down your hair or to remove your crown
Completely because the truth confronting you
And all of us head on is something we cannot
Avoid for the long run. We shed light on a slew
Of feelings that we try to swerve. We fought
Tooth and nail against the darkness with our
Vulnerabilities still intact. Others talk or plot
Only in the easy times, but in that dark hour
When we feel the most alone and scared of
All the hard stuff we give people the power
To share their own stories. No one can un love
Us because we have no hallways or corridors
To let any of the light in. We keep our gloves
On just to feel strong and we become foragers
Looking for food or shelter as we are fully able
To survive the storm. We come to cross rivers
And across a fork in the road. We want stable
Lives and having sunshine every day could
Easily feel like living in someone else’s fable,
But we always try hard every day as the wood
From the trees continue to grow. We are all
Human in our own ways. Beautifully, good,
Bad, broken and fragilely human. The wall
Eventually comes down and we will heal from
The burdens we carry. Fears that we scrawl
On walls disappear. We no longer succumb
To fears and their power to take us with them.
#agnestörök
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