Hashtags are overrated?

Standing tall, here in the know,

That talk could knock her down

While the awful future she faced

Stares back at her in a fearful frown.

Setting aside all the worries

Refusing to blend in, amongst the many

She plans her move in trepidation

Trying to dodge the strikes aplenty.

Shamed and berated as the weaker sex

Her facts are tossed away and refuted

From the world she seemed to know

From her known life, to be booted.

Prompt: Sunday Whirl

Castles in air

There’s a dawn in the horizon

As the first ray of sunshine hits

I wake up and decide that

Today shall me mine, as I see fit.

The silent waves consume the mind

While there’s the deep blue sky,

All is well and there is hope

To their soaring dreams, birds fly.

There’s the unseen touch of

The crisp autumn air in the face,

While I struggle to meet my wishes

And, wage my fight for my space.

Feigned faith

A rebellion of sorts, atheism

A show of support, faux indeed

A fashionable denouncement

A clutching of recklessness

A closet spirituality

A reluctant mocking

A silent prayer upward

A disguised bravado

A life lived to fit in

A conversion to play cool

An ingrained belief

A higher power’s existence