Scolding the choice
A choice
Without choice
No question arose
For this birthing
In blackness and
Sharp voices
Scolding the choice..
Regrets
For the choice arose
Imagined alternatives
Without sharpness
Without edges of an
Imagined identity..
Masks worn with
Pride and misgiving
Pain and elation
Comfort and shame
Colored to perfection
The separation game..
Yet in winding down
Appearances of memories
Flash and fade
No answers are found
To questions in time
Only these words
And not only these
Burning this page...
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