i guess i’ll never know.

a poem about how it goes.

Photo by Joel & Jasmin Førestbird on Unsplash

my mom dies

and i pick up

where i left

off.

i stop painting canvasses and

i start woodcarving — my body

the wood, my engravings fueled by

every familial secret i was

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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