Split Open




Split Open

  

Leaves turn over

bones and ashes are

swept away,

Blood stained dirt kicks up with each step

and the ground is forgiven.

 

Remember them, especially

the one stuck to your shoe.

 

Love lost in war, yet

a child born, to the ocean

still.

 

Consequences unravel

with every swing,

Mother to child

her shame

unspoken.

 

With a hand over mouth, silence!

She turns away

from the gift given,

turns away from

home.

Rachel Zweig


Rachel Zweig is from Queens, NY. This is her first published poem.

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