The Woken Rebel

For months of stunted introspection,

No attempt was made to strive,

Until a gust of revelation,

The rebel was alive.

Cloaked in safety under watch,

His soul was not forgiven,

Through chop & change & gentle touch,

The rebel w as arisen.

What now prey tell this opened spirit?

What stern fight can be won?

Hope shines bright & writes the script,

Of what this rebel can become.