Trickles And Torrents

These things began in trickles
The age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our steps
Dealt by unequal hands, by vicious memories that wouldn’t be appeased
The gilded scars of our bygones, the broken horizons;

The age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our steps
Relentlessly stoked by the stifling tag ‘less’
The gilded scars of our bygones, the broken horizons
The treasures we couldn’t touch because we didn’t;

Relentlessly stoked by the stifling tag ‘less’
A Merciful stirring pierced through: bold, rare, glorious
The treasures we couldn’t touch because we didn’t
Slowly branded a calm, coaxed within us an awakening;