Respiration

As weathered skins grow paper thin the weight foreshadowed could only be for night To hide shocked currents of contrition Flowing from eyes drowned By deep wells bent into bones The sea waves salted command: lay loss, within the land And so the story Of rocks stilled by souls Grow to become faces Forming wind whispers By those, stranded From a birthright to love Too many attempt to feign Or resign to living without Opening up to knowing The land offers her arms When cold, or hard hands Remain absent In the violence of man Without end to the depths of conceit or contempt The land Offers a place To break free a space again To face the heavens and see Our bodies remain floating Dropped arms upon land or sea Allows the heart to be. * Mari Amman, 2022 Le Lapin is a donation based subscription. Sharing this post is free. Merci. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lelapin.substack.com/subscribe