articulating the depths

of your vulnerability

for the children you brought forth

was unbearable

made you powerfully belligerent

which in turn immobilized

those who could

the ensuing disaster

the sense of being both the victim

and the perpetrator, at the mercy

of your madness

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Monsters also age,

where fire once raged

puffs of smoke swirl

into cloud formations

but knowledge of damage done

never fades

only memory thins

such a transparent veil

where what exists is what’s before you

and you, you billow, in a wind

of nameless remorse and gratefulness

Would it be Grace?

Photograph By Nick Zungoli