A Light Emerges From the Primordial Waters

Sometimes family is lost to war
Sometimes to the silences between them

Both are not things we have chosen
One is born of the other

We are soldiers returning from the killing fields
Where our wounds were forgotten
Our history burned in the flames
By men who thought they were gods
Our cries drowned by white voices
That couldn’t pronounce our names
Our love hidden behind our parents’ guarded eyes
And under their worried breaths
That reminded us to eat, sleep, and come home.

This soldier has finally returned from the ocean that is my sister
A history, a world, a mother

A piece of history is reborn
When a light emerges from the primordial waters

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