Birth of Atonement
(For Julia and Mom)
Left alone to memories we may find
Ourselves the life of the party once more.
Victory in the darkness of what's behind
Everything. The mystery of withstanding horror.
The truth seems obscured like dark matter.
How it works we want to know and yet
Empathy might be the only window that sadder
Mercy will open. And the stings and nets
Are not badges, but more so like acupuncture's groove:
Needling us to the cure. And how I remember
Your words when the doctor applied liquid nitrogen to remove
Warts on my feet (amid your squeezed hand's temblor)
At my question to you: "Mom, is my grip too much to surmount?"
Your smiled reply: "I have felt more pain than this on your account."
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