I unknowingly picked an island with no waves
to knock me down
And yet, here I am
Running from grief
Looking for a geographical fix
to an existential problem.
I have lost
And still
I like my choices
Would I sacrifice the mornings with him
nestled against my bare breasts
His soft noises
trying to tell us everything
and telling us nothing
But really telling us absolutely
Everything
Our Raziel, keeper of secrets and mystery
The look of peace in your eyes
must have been
from knowing all the secrets—so you never had to worry or
feel insecure
and how this world tried
the screams and shit and
broken pieces of the childhood that
would never be
splintered
your road split again.
And you were sent off on the road less travelled by my torn and broken heart
And it has made all the difference.
Everything is different
But you are not afraid
The world is a narrow fucking
Bridge
Between who you could have been
And who you are.
Happy 1st birthday Raziel.
Love,
Emama
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