Liberation Poem by Sara Militello

Liberation

A soft rain is falling.
For days now.
Casting a spell
as in melancholy reflection I dwell.
The terrain of aware provides a bitter clue
to those renewed assumptions
relinquishing their vision of autonomy
earlier awakened by the noblest among us
- as in every age-
finding it more burdensome
than romantic idealism can sustain.

And by this choice forego the victory
refusing to bow can confer.

June 29,1994