What We See in the Light

I buried things.

But I don’t recall the sound of the shovel

Turning the dirt and the mud.

You helped,

Unintended or not,

So let’s get this out in the open again.

The guilt and the shame

And the ugly offspring they bore.

All of the dark churn in my head

As I lay each night

Medicated and prone in my bed.

It’s time to own up

To what we’ve done

And what we’ve become.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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