Morning
Morning is here and we wake. Yet the haze of sleep keeps hoovering. The dream half there and pulling me to return.
Sleep eludes us.
We are a group upended. ( DID )
One piece of past truth can blow a world of lies apart. Our life.
We are not able to see clearly. No amount of cafeine will clarify what we now untangle. A web of deceit.
An elephant to hide the elephants. A rug stadium size cannot contain this circus chain.
Our thoughts scatter only to rejoin as a puzzle undone that begins to come together.
"You cannot tell"
Ah, there be the rub in the wound.
A lifetime of silence to be continued. Censored by a reality of what could happen if allowed to see light.
In the darkness, again. We sit and contemplate.
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