Just the same
Under the cover
Of a laundry-warmed
It wasn’t there
This is how
With you I felt
Things about myself
& like I could never
Ever even be like
The cats were mostly at peace in the evenings. They enjoyed sleeping to television sounds.
I think it was hard for her, that not being believed part. It’s just how it is. It happens so often like that. & yet it’s always difficult to accept.
A perennial disjuncture.
Only the people who believe are of significance in your life when it comes to these things, they said.
This is very true. You remind yourself to focus on the people who love you. They know & they believe. & that’s all you need.
You stop fighting until you can’t. & then you fight some more until you can’t again anymore. & yet you make it to the end.
You break & bend.
Then everything that needs to, starts to make sense again.
& what doesn’t, now, it all makes you laugh.
© Niliema Karkhanis
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