When the Truth Broke in Two
I remember the first question
I never had the courage to speak.
I feared I would not receive an answer,
and feared even more if I did.
words were born from hunger,
not from dreams.
I had no dreams,
only roads walked by others,
and I clung to the edge of their shadows,
like a child forbidden to ask
where is the mother.
Wisdom is a trick for the satiated.
for us,
only silence and a pen
with which we write on the wall of the soul:
“I am still here.”
Copyright © Florin Lacatus | Year Posted 2025
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