Bloody Abandon 23/30

My first abandon began

in the bloody fists of revolutionaries  

Having to leave/

/pieces of them

seeping in the dirt to remember 

/home

fear filled and teary eyed

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broken hearted <—>                Surviving 

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Ayiti 

A  home that holds

so much belonging 

and disconnect

Looking from my distanced window

My spirit wandering in between the mountains 

cracking my soul

seeping it 

into the red dirt

leaving pieces of me to 

remember - I belong there 

-L.F.