by Lara Lustemberg

Blue skies reveal the sorrow

that we borrow

from our parents

and their parents and

shared pasts

The cycle is endless

Their pain is relentless

and your pain is, too

You don’t hide behind wrinkles

You don’t blame it on crinkles

in the sheets

You hid behind laughter

not thinking about it after

because you were a kid

The blue skies reveal sorrow

and we borrow from our mothers and fathers

and we strengthen our armor, and we plan

our departures

A bird is free to fly

after it falls

flees from the snake who crawls

A bird is free to fly.


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