Justice Poem

Themis & Dike

You were the wind at my back, holding me up to keep me tall,
the rapid hurricanes you gave me were a comfort at most.
The speckled dust clogged my eyes,
the seasonal winds tasted like spring in my throat,
the tornadoes roared in my ears,
and the air felt silk under my hands.

You smile to me,
as the winds roared along with you
 as you sing Latin
and tell me words in that soft language.

Aut viam inceniam aut faciam—
—I'll either find a way or make one—
you told me when we played amongst the flowers;
the rays dancing on our skin.

Yet, your lips were sealed,
those flat lips were silenced from their flesh,
sewed letters and phrases together into sounds
rather than words.

My right is your left so that means I always have the right.
Your way of Justice seemed to melt
into your way of Morals,
it never seemed quite correct;
always abnormal to majority’s views.

You were silenced,
shamed,
and depicted as strange.
It was as terrible as a drought
for both you and I.

However, the two Justices are by our side.
We can trust ourselves to live our lives
and make our own mistakes.

We were to live on,
day by day.
With the Heavens looking after us,
we were the clouds drifting away.
We were okay.

So, even if Justice finds a way out of your bones—
it’ll come back to you either way.
Even if your Morals are drained away from you,
you can get it back—
even as your winds die out
from behind me and turn back to air,
you will still be there.