recognizing dead center
every hour
every sentence uttered
imagining freedom
from barbed wire
and barbed words
plunging into the work
no time for the missing
at least not now
this deep hunger
for a forgotten doorstep
told me more than you may
notice half of me eclipsed
by my own experience
sorting truths
while you try to make others
understand we’re not
so different so alone
(c) 2020, by Hannah Six
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