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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