{"id":108685,"date":"2022-06-25T11:39:15","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:39:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=108685"},"modified":"2022-06-25T11:48:56","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:48:56","slug":"hour-2-2022-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-2-2022-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 2 (2022)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Darkest Evening<\/p>\n<p>Tonight feels like<br \/>\nthe darkest evening.<br \/>\nThe swing of a gavel<br \/>\nsetting the sun<br \/>\nand taking all hope with it.<br \/>\nThey think we don&#8217;t see<br \/>\nthe things they do<br \/>\nin the darkness.<br \/>\nThey think that if<br \/>\nthey keep us here<br \/>\nwe&#8217;ll forget the warmth<br \/>\nof light on our skin.<br \/>\nBut what they don&#8217;t know<br \/>\nis how we turned the darkness<br \/>\ninto a gift.<br \/>\nThe fear was a gift.<br \/>\nThe anger was a gift.<br \/>\nIn the darkness we rest<br \/>\nand we plan<br \/>\nand we fight.<br \/>\nThe fire in our bellies<br \/>\nwill light our tomorrows<br \/>\nas we burn their everything<br \/>\nto the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The darkest evening&#8221; from Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Darkest Evening Tonight feels like the darkest evening. The swing of a gavel setting the sun and taking all hope with it. They think we don&#8217;t see the things they do in the darkness. They think that if they keep us here we&#8217;ll forget&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1382,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-108685","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108685","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1382"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108685"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108685\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108964,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108685\/revisions\/108964"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108685"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108685"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108685"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}