After that time,
That forbidden in conversations
Carpet pulled over the cracks time
The time even my war torn dreams refuse to revisit,
I stayed, and made life small, simple, and beautiful.
I kept fresh flowers next to my bed
I watered the lawn and sat by the rippling fishpond
And like the concentric circles of the calmly ambling fish
I felt pulled back into a rythmn I could understand,
And I survived.
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