I want to be
free enough
to feel
again
to let the
laughter
rumble in my chest
without knowing
so many lives
are filled
with tears.
I want to be
free enough
to feel
hope
and promise
and trust
without
worry
or fear
or pain.
It’s not
that I ever
had true freedom
like this, for
pain is always
visible to the
observant eye,
but the emotions
have overcome
like a tsunami
of unending unease,
a peeling back
of raw, unflinching
scabs
of truths
and hate
I wished did not exist.
I am undone,
overwhelmed
by the discourse,
but at the same time,
I know
that I must flourish
despite the infertile
grounds I share.
The seeds
which I have lain,
the words
in which I write,
the truths
with which I weave –
are my responsibility
and change
is always
but a breath away
from the strenuous fight.
(c) Sumyanna 2020
