We have become undone.

We have become undone.
into small pieces.
Desperate to remain untouched by the wind
for fear that we will lose the bits of humanity
that hold us together.
In our sickness.
In our health.
In our hope.
We find ourselves unafraid.
We feel our fractures.
We feel our fissures.
And hope that our scars
will remain as reminders of
our truth.
As reminders of our existence.

-Copyright – Roxane Tracey-2023

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