A Space Between
My # 27 for National Poetry Month
there is an arid piece of land between us.
devoid of tears,
a place of struggle,
where unassailable truths
draw out jagged lines of delineation
separating the us of us.
Tears stop short,
blinded by the need to see,
accept or reject
the recognition of who we are
and who we are not.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
