I woke with the remains of an angry dream on my pillow
the residue has left me silently numb
wondering what it is about my truth that still feels unheard
there are moments when i'm at peace with what i have shared
and other times
my dreams fitfully remind me that i am not telling the whole truth
my mother
my brother,
it was they who pushed me too far
it was her drinking
and
his slow exit.
Things are happening
and it's shaking me from the inside out
my anger is not yet liquid
it is still very physical
it is still very untapped by words
frozen images,
slow moving images
words that flow without concern
Is my truth enough to stand by alone?...
