New life after whistleblowing — A Poem
It was the best
and the worst of times.
I lost my whole world
and gained a new one.
I grew small, completely disappeared
then I became me.
Goodness grew wings and fluttered away,
as wisdom’s shoots came through the earth.
Death rattled my bones,
as my eyes saw new life.
Trust became limp and useless,
as I put on the thick armor of wariness.
I mourned the loss of what I thought what was
and I half wished I could put all the labels back on.
Yet truth had raised her powerful proud head
and made me a refugee
in a new land.
by Jade, one of our readers