Thrive

wish none of it is real
not the separation
nor the sickness

wish it is all a mistake
an error of timing
a lapse of mind

in my silences, a voice linger
echoes from long ago

the cut has been made
the sword left its scar

buckle down for life
surely, it will thrive

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Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.