Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Catharsis

nightmares
strangers with guns
bodies of friends and family
a safe space no more
community wounded
patches fill holes made

sitting up in bed
sweat coating my body
my heart beating
what if it was me
my friends and family
why is there pain in life
49 names on my lips

staring out the window
painted blue and white sky
soft robin songs
breeze shimmering sun-soaked leaves
slow deep unsteady breath
will there be a tomorrow?


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