Zemira

Love 

Is like light 

Is like a rose 

Growing from the darkened depths 

Of a blackened bramble 

Climbing through the soil 

I’ve been smiling. And smiling– because that's the only way to show I'm fine. But behind that smile lives a storm I don't speak about. The type of storm that threatens to destroy everything in its way. Yet small raindrops just come out.

He waits each year

For that one week of the summer

Where he can feel free

And finally be himself 

Kin among kin

Finding safety in their differences 

He watches the young ones