TWO

Two is a number,

-Small it may be,

Yet two is huge,

-Now from it we’re free.

Two are the years

We wished would pass by,

Quickly and silently

For we wanted to fly.

But instead two’s a word,

A shrill piercing sound,

That kept and kept beating

Us into the ground.

We pushed and kept pushing

And giving our last,

With no recognition -

Now it’s all in the past.

Two years filled with torment

With hatred and fear,

Unfairness the basis

And drain was the gear.

Two is the number

That cost all our strength,

But take a bow and breathe -

We’ve come a long length.

Finally, it’s over,

Now you can be you,

As flowers will blossom

So you will, too.