I have seen the colors
Of your heart,
Your angels
[...]

In our culture
of perpetual haste,
'no time to waste,'
[...]

Memories of you are on replay in my head
I miss how you’d hold me in our bed
when a nightmare shook me out of sleep
[...]

I am not
the one who is named,
the public face of me,
[...]

that tips the balance
from complacency to action
and wakes us up?
[...]

I want to heal
my small, scared
huddled inner child.
[...]

I disconnected from my heart
so I wouldn’t feel the hurt
but it left a gaping hole
[...]

words,
once her escape,
escape her,
[...]

know to pause
at the flutter
of their heartbeat.
[...]

The scared child parts
huddle
in their trauma bubble.
[...]