Poetry

I am not supposed to know details. Where I came from, when she died, what they escaped, what came before, or how I came to be this here now.

A poem

Stories Return Us Home

If I could write a tomorrow, 

it would be wider than but include the wounds we have worn… 

it would include my wounds, 

it would announce my wounds, 

it would put my wounds on display so that others too 

could include, announce and 

display their wounds,

as we move into tomorrow.

 

If I could write of a tomorrow, 

it would have less denial, less hiding, less pretending… 

By naming and sharing our wounds,