Standing Alone
When morals are put to the test
do you sit and rest
or do you get up and
stand alone?
The tug of the heart is where it starts
to pull you out of your seat and make a stand.
You can’t stand for it anymore
and wonder how they can and not abhor
what is happening in front of
you.
Your heart nearly
stops
as everyone sees you suddenly stand.
It’s hard to fight the feeling to flee from the scene
and the want to not be seen
by the peers you’re standing up to.
They all say “It’s ok, nothing wrong here,”
but you shrivel inside because you fear
them and you
know
its
wrong.
Their eyes tie you down
and refuse to let you go, they drown
you in their judgement of the morals you hold dear.
But never fear.
They will not keep you silent. They did not keep me silent.
And the man in the chair,
just sitting there,
with his mind on other things, looks up to see you
standing alone there.
And you make a stand,
with everyone watching behind you, not really understanding why you’re
asking for a change.
A hasty retreat back to your seat,
and your heart thanks you for taking that stand and
being true to you.
You changed that moment by standing up to
the fear of judgement and the fear of peers.
When those words tumbled out of your mouth, light did too.
Because when you make a stand,
you never stand alone.
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