NO RETREAT
NO RETREAT
I sing my Secrets Loud
For loud they must be sung.
My heart is Unbowed
My doors are widely swung.
My Truths are well-known,
My anguish oft revealed.
I’m naked to the bone,
Standing with no shield.
The anger will endure
While deeds speak the truth,
In language sweet and pure.
I’ll stop the lying mouth
While Rage warps my cry
In witless agony. Roethke and claurenpaulson2013

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