Twin lives spawned six years ago, and
beneath the dappled shades of olive trees
lost in a sea of pine scented air
I dug my fingers into the soil
hands and fingernails
dark like the night
filthy like the childhood memories
I once buried, I now
feverishly tried to unearth
to understand
make sense of it all
opening the box – ambivalently
the images smacked me
in the face. Hard.
Leaving a permanent sting.
A bruise. A scar.
And as much as it hurt
every night
I found myself
back in those woods
on the unbeaten path
opening that box
reliving those childhood memories
over and over again…
