defying atrophy
He strains to break free ~ Daylight ties him securely ~ Moonbeams cut the cords ~
Ben Kohns
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.
thought peace was forged / a new flag flown
so I seek the balance point / to speak my truth – and listen
when love and indignation muddle, ’tis hard – which to express?