The roads had been paved by violence
The residue of our ancestor’s turmoil inside us
Weaving scars
Always sensing
The shadows that walk beside us
trauma
Carousel
On a carousel
go round and round
There is a silence beneath the melody
where ghosts lurk
Trying to run free
Written in 2014 or 2015, not sure
Shared on previous blog
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