I made it through the crowd,
Bleary-eyed and proud.
It took me moments to regain my composure,
For only moments earlier I was caught in the jostle of human opinions and emotions,
Trying to find my way free of the oppressive shoulders that were pushing me away,
And the hands that whipped out from all directions
Trying to sway my balanced approach.
Forthright, my intent fixed beyond the sea of faces,
I strove to carve a line of reason through the mire.
Then I stumbled on a stone, falling to one knee
Angry faces forming a canopy over me.
For a moment I was alone as if in a dark wood, vulnerable,
My footing lost, my flame flickering and guttering,
My will bent and coerced into submission.
Then I remembered my voice, I re-mustered my intent
And with an almighty shout I got to my feet
Forcing the leering expressions away with my defiant palms,
Sending my aggressors backwards, toppling with the shock
Of my repost; and I strode on as before with my eyes fixed on
Freedom, with open mind and open heart,
And a very large bat to strike the rocks from beneath my feet.