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Maya


by Candace Roberts

And here in the ruins of what I was and could have been
Your words are etched
Like an unspoken dream
The whispered hopes
a mother burdens on her child.


It's not over.
Raped and resurrected.
Invincible
and frail.
I bend like
a
bow
in
the
breeze.
The limbs of willows still weeping
going the wrong way.
Turn around.
Go back.
Dream bigger.
Be more.
Reach
up.

These jumbled letters
mismatched
misplaced
Confuse and make little sense
to a grieving feeble mind.
Angelou
Angel who? Angle moved.
Crisis diverted.
I
am
rising
Again.

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