The Art of No (A Manifesto for the Unyielding) #poetry

No, like an iron gate, like a cathedral door,
like the last unspoken word before the guillotine drops.
No, like a stubborn planet refusing orbit,
spinning on its own reckless axis, away, away, away.

(But how often do you say it?
How often do you wrap your tongue around its sharp edges
and let it draw blood?)

A poet once whispered to me,
"You must murder your distractions with velvet gloves."
So I sharpened my no’s.
I turned them into polished daggers, lined them in velvet cases,
waiting for the moment to unsheathe.

No is an act of war, a rebellion in syllables.
No is the fortress where my ambitions sleep,
guarded by sentinels with sharpened teeth.
No is the silence between breath and battle,
a pause before the strike.

(But do you say it when the world knocks with sugared hands,
offering you just a taste, just a minute,
just this one harmless deviation?)

They will come cloaked in kindness,
bearing gifts wrapped in ribbons of urgency,
with voices that hum lullabies of belonging.
They will say, “Just for a moment, just a little,”
but moments stretch into eternities,
and "a little" is a chasm without end.

I have said no to the soft glow of wasted hours,
to the half-hearted invitations,
to the lull of comfort dressed as kindness.

I have said no to the open arms of the mediocre,
to the gravity of a thousand easy yesses
dragging me down into the thick honey of complacency.

(Do you say no to the versions of yourself
that beg to be lesser, that whisper in your ear,
"Just this once, just a little, no one will know?")

No, I will not detour.
No, I will not dilute.
No, I will not barter ambition for the currency of approval.

I have seen too many build altars to distraction,
praying to the god of "maybe later,"
sacrificing their fire for the smoke of someone else's urgency.

I have seen dreamers crumble beneath the weight of "yes,"
their hands stretched too thin, their time devoured,
until they are nothing but ghosts haunting half-built aspirations.

I have seen artists become administrators,
poets become planners,
revolutionaries become polite.

I have seen the light dim in the eyes of those
who never learned to say no.

(But do you say no when the guilt sits heavy,
when the world calls you selfish, when they demand explanations
for the boundaries you have built from bone and breath?)

No, I will not be a feast for the hungry hands of obligation.
No, I will not be the scaffolding for another's castle
while mine remains unfinished.

I say no because my goals are jealous lovers,
unyielding and insatiable.
They do not tolerate flirtation with the unnecessary,
they demand devotion, monogamy, unwavering fidelity.

I say no because every yes
is a road leading somewhere,
and not all paths deserve my footsteps.

(Do you say no to the slow erosion,
the gentle decay of your purpose,
the slow leak of time from a cracked vessel?)

There are forests of forgotten dreams,
buried under the roots of yes.
There are graveyards of untold stories,
headstones carved with compromise.

No is a scalpel, precise and deliberate.
No is a map, marking the only road that matters.
No is a spell, protecting the sacred.

(Do you say no when love asks you to shrink,
when friendship demands too much,
when expectations tighten like a noose?)

I say no, because I have seen what happens
to those who say yes too often.
They become hollow.
They become echoes.
They become scenery in someone else’s journey.

I have watched people fold themselves into smaller shapes,
trimming their edges to fit into spaces too tight,
until there is nothing left but an outline of who they were meant to be.

I will not be an outline.
I will not be a shadow cast by someone else’s sun.

No, like a fist.
No, like a hymn.
No, like the final note of a song
that refuses to fade.

And when they ask if I regret my refusals,
if I mourn the roads never taken,
if I wonder what lay beyond the gates I never opened—

I will laugh,
because I have walked through the doors
that mattered.

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