where will my sould go when my body is no longer a viable place of rest? when i’ve laughed my last laugh and sung my last song and breathed my last breath, where, then, may my spirit find a home?

i woke up with knives in my throat, a bounding bowling ball in my head, and fifth lb bricks weighing me down in the depths of my bed. where sheets are damp from last night’s fever dreaming of a time when breath was free.

invite a midday breeze indoors where lifeless air is no longer welcome where i no more wish to perish

the land will not forget how you came to be she won’t forget the blood spilled or the tears shed or how homes & schools, hospitals & stores turned to rubble the remnants of artillery shells, white phosphorus, bombs the weight of countless martyrs — known and unknown nor will she forget those who fled…