Scolding the choice..

 

A choice

Without choice

No question arose

For this birthing

In blackness and

Sharp voices 

Scolding the choice..

Regrets

For the choice arose

Imagined alternatives

Without sharpness

Without edges of an

Imagined identity..

Masks worn with

Pride and misgiving

Pain and elation

Comfort and shame

Colored to perfection

The separation game..

Yet in winding down

Appearances of memories

Flash and fade

No answers are found

To questions in time

Only these words

And not only these

Burning this page...