Pulled apart. I come undone.
From the start I’m forced to run.
Run from one point to another.
I am me and then the other.
Words confound. I spin in place.
I make no sound. My words: they race,…
Inside myself where they collide,
And try to escape to the outside.
Drained and weak. I grip my heart.
I can’t speak. I’m torn apart.
My heart beats, and beats, and beats,
While inside, history repeats.
Pulled apart. I come undone.
Will this fight ever be won?
For as in war, there are no winners.
There are no saints, only sinners.
K. Aldaya, 12/28/18
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