the past
It is not to be endured anymore
there was trauma but also stars
there was trauma but also stars
The moon hung crescent
the willows swayed
the cornfields hid
the willows swayed
the cornfields hid
miles of highways left
belongings
Lingered
Beneath the skin
Transparent in our own hiding
Barren no more
The story
Of recovering
From darkened
Places
Emerges
Only ecstasy
Speaks of the
Free
-that something inside me
-that something inside me