Returning
I return again and again to you,
to the mirror that looks back
and sees nothing.
That face is still recognizable—
thin lips, wide eyes,
forehead of a stranger
who gave you leave.
The issues of silence
hanging like wires
to wind free, palms open
as leaves loving rain.
The returning isn’t the hard part.
It is the turning again to remember,
recounting the bruises
that swelled like rivers…
I move
to shake off the rain
and leave the mirror alone.
- Jill Chan
http://navelorange.blogspot.com
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