Chin up love

They tell us,

to keep our chins up,

as if despair can be,

brushed away like dust,

from an old bookshelf.

Their promises fall,

like brittle leaves,

from a dying tree,

each one,

a reminder,

of the decay.

We’re asked,

to be resilient,

while they hoard hope,

in locked rooms,

and golden vaults.

We clutch at crumbs,

while they feast,

and preach patience,

as if hunger,

is a lesson,

we must learn.

The weight of their words,

sinks us deeper,

into the shadows,

where dreams,

wither and fade.

But in the silence,

of our shared pain,

we find a voice,

and in our unity,

a spark.

We are more,

than their indifference.

We are the storm,

that will cleanse,

this house of lies.

We rise,

because we must,

for in our struggle,

we reclaim,

the light.