Lessons Poem by Jonathan Waterbury
Lessons
we were taught young
that to be different is to be vulnerable
and to be vulnerable is to be a dead woman walking
and that only the right kind of silence
means safety
i still remember
years later
how it felt
to be a comma in a world so full of sentences
to be the voiceless in a world so full of noise
but i am a dancer
among the paralyzed
watch me bloom
and do not cry when the rain falls on my petals
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8/28/2026 12:44:07 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A refined poetic imagination, Jonathan Waterbury. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.