Truth

I wonder whether the day will go ahead –

It feels like a child – born, lost, needing peace and safety –

Silent, elemental anger and rage

Never have my family spoken in a free and positive way

Truth is I have hobbled my way in (and out) of this life

Not really enough to claim as pathway out

At least she is open enough to leave our world behind

To sprinkle a dose of sugar spirals

Into my hot chocolate

I do not speak to anyone – I listen

Underneath my breath is an explanation

A Truth that I can not say out loud

The raw and human feeling that things will never be the same

Now the truth out there

No matter, if, the days will unfold as they will.