The rebel without a cause

The Rebel without a Cause. 

That’s what they say I am, at school. 

So, I rebelliously remove the “The”, making it global.  We should all fight against what is unjust, is what I say. 

Still, it is generally just me. 

The rebel.  Just me.

There’s no logical pattern - Unfair detentions (other peoples’), school policies, global events, even the local piggery.  It doesn’t matter what it is, if there is a crying teenager in a hallway, a teacher overworked, an environmental disaster, a whatever, everyone knows Hope will take it on. 

Whether or not it even has anything to do with me.

I’m not after fun, nor fame, not for a win, and it is not some passive aggressive cause-trouble-for-the-sake-of-it thing.  

It just happens.

Seriously.

It will just be something I hear or see, which drops into my head, and suddenly it’s my angina of the soul. 

Simply because, whatever it is, whatever it may be, in my heart it is unjust. 

I know what it is like to live in pain with no one on your side.

So, a loudmouth, I guess I am.

Yet, I am mostly silent.

A silence well learnt, and so noticeable that it raises comment – Hope has presence. 

I am never invisible, in my silence. 

I am just there, waiting to speak, Mona Lisa on my face, danger in my words.  A wordsmith, I solder each together, fighting for what I believe is good, knowing that they could be stolen, twisted, used for good, used for wrong.  They could become a wolf, become a lamb, a bridge, a train wreck, a lifeline, a snake, a dove, an eagle, or the titanic. 

Each word I place carefully, but with risk. 

My voice is quiet, I am mostly meek, but when roused I am not subtle.

I call it.  Seemingly fearlessly. 

Shocked, they see a wolf in wolves’ clothing, failing to recognise that a wolf shaped heart can beat love.  Wolves do not always eat little girls, although they may chastise them.  

I am not yet capable of inflicting pain. 

Wolf-Hope dances with danger – an enigma.  They don’t understand why I fight for them, never shying from the strife I will get in as I try to keep them out of it. 

They do not know that I dance with danger at home, silently.  And alone. 

They do not know why I never, ever fight for myself. 

Instead, “You rebel without a cause”, they say. 

In my silence, I say - Take care.

One day you could be my cause

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Originally written April, 2020