to share the hidden vectors
lets you take hold of them,
lets you wield them
instead of being secretly pierced
My father thought
hiding such things from me
would spare me, but I found
I had to treat his wounds anyway,
not knowing they were his,
feeling them my own
I know that what I don't transmute
I leave for you to do -
know that I'm working on it.
Maybe this way, somehow,
we can work on it together -
maybe we both
can find a freer sphere.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2022
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