They told me that I have a choice;
that I needn’t suppress my voice.
They said, I could be just anyone;
“Anything is possible under the sun!”
They said, I could be myself forever;
to hide behind a mask, I’d need never.
They said, I live in a world, so free,
to write about sky, land, and sea.
When I wrote about my own storm,
each philosopher raised their alarm.
Because, my truth to them was heavy.
And, the storm didn’t help their Navy.