Finally,

it’s too much.

I can’t even

scribble

a bullet-pointed list

of events.

To remember.

To grieve.

To honor

those who emerged

from outside my world.

My heart is full,

but my head is numb,

reconciling what was

with what is

and how I now

think

I know

the truth

and its many

shades.


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