reunion by Teri H Hoover
My sisters and I
We spent years
guarding our secret sorrows
in numb silence.
Until the crush of 2009...
the instincts and urges of long ago,
the old story remained, covered in our memory shards;
tired ashen charms to scald and scatter.
A knack for whispering conversations
circling the bitterness
until there was nothing else to say.
Awash in wretched darkness
Heaven reached down and poured a light
upon the path in between the tears
we walked together
for the first time
after knowing each other all are lives.