"If my son hadn't died . . ."
There, she said it.
That's all she wants,
A do-over of life
With no death in sight.
"If I'd never been hurt . . ."
She said it again.
Nothing to hide.
Staying in bounds, no crack to be found.
A life lived un-stunned.
Yet no joy eludes her.
Not peace nor flame.
Nor love fierce as steel.
No summit, no goal.
"Nothing can change but I."
nina naomi
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