I lie here and breathe through youinvisible bruise. obdurate pain.suffering is a regular visitorat times…
the sun has finallycome out to playits rays fall, freeingour knotted shouldersfrom their burdens.
if you continueto mask the painyou will remain unableto understand it.
in that small townthe sunset burned orangeover tranquil waters of the lake
this blanket is too fragile
oppression is whathappened to herrepression is whatshe did to survive
when
these memoriesstill rise up to escape
she said
since you left
perspective helps me bear witness to the futility of my undertaking