A MERE PACIFIST NO MORE
 

by
 

Sarah Gallant
 

The peacemaker is first the pacifist
who realizes not what true peace really is.
She bends to everyone else's whims
for surely her own are not as worthy of that;
Simply because she is not as yet her own,
but only fragments of all that is . . .
What boundaries that blend and fuse, and meld;
Dissolving in their flowing and nebulous confusion,
any hint of a cohesive sense of self.
Casting first by mandate of involuntary course
through seas of illusion and many
unexpressive shades of grey
that slowly separate truth from not truth,
Self from not self,
individuation from compliance and stifling structure
for the sake of not making waves.
Process pinned, in quiet defiance,
and by shadows doomed,
she dies again and again
under the vigilant unveiled moon.
Only to be reborn
in a fiery spark of raw realization,
and bathed in Universal Waters,
renewed;
A mere pacifist no more.

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