I hide in the shadow
of another's fear
so the voice may go away
And then left
inside an orphan's silence
to recount every wordless day
To walk a path
that another breaks
under a dark forbidden sky
Crying those tears
by another made
—my pen bereft and dry
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
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