Fleece- A Poem

I see the woolen fleece

     pulled over my eyes,

     meant to blind those who see

     and hide a lifetime’s lies.

 

I feel the woolen fleece

     smothering my voice,

     brought to muffle begging pleas,

     leaving me ner’ words nor choice.

 

I hear the woolen fleece,

     deafening our cries,

     woven to destroy our beings

     and ruining our lies.

 

I fight the woolen fleece,

     tearing away its binds,

     born from the truth we seek

     and the pain we survive.

 

I burn the woolen fleece

     that crushed our souls and pride.

     Ashes fall, but rage- it screams-

     and we fear will never die.

 

There is no more woolen fleece

     to leave us deaf and blind.

     We left to find our peace

     and start our own lives.

 

But . . .

 

I recall the woolen fleece,

and how its grip was tight.

I wont forget want it needs

or why it skews our sight.

 

-Kassidy Turnpaugh

4.22.2016