Her image in her eyes: Request for True Identity

Her image in her eyes: Request for True Identity. She couldn't write about her mother- Her young womb a cradle for a different form, Was her brothers' Memorial wall. When she was born, no rebirth occurred. No resurrection for the newly buried. They were the Heroes. The Glorified Dead- The sacrifice of one man's bitter inner war. She was the shadow living in the shadow their gravestone cast on living grass... In war, a woman will never replace two dead men, their potent strength. Yet, in strength she bore their tiny forms as the scapegoat would, their pure white casks strapped to her Self. And away she walked across a desert plain A lonely void devoid of feeling, to bury her heart. The warmth she felt was not compassion or accepting love, But a burning heat that stole the moisture from her tears before they left her cheeks. Still, she would not die. In time became her own Memorial tomb. Tears turned inward Preseve her hope- The value of her Self. She cannot write about her mother. Yet somewhere hidden she holds a photo Of her. Holding my hand. Aqua Marine: written 1990. First posted :4th April 2025 Hidden grief, Unspoken grief. Those who are "not supposed to, or not allowed to express grief.