Many times have I said,
“I need to find some rest”
But everything crushes
The minute I speak up
And say “sure, I’m ok”
A minor incident
Can alter one’s peace.
A lost wallet
Can make one see
And glare at things
That are wrong and suppressed,
Can make one aware
Of stuff we don’t want to see.
Like growing up
In a single sleepless night,
Is the feeling one gets
After seeing a timid light
In a moment of sheer
But familiar darkness.
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