Screams bellow from downstairs and you and I
Sit huddled in a corner.
With every crashing plate and echoing sound
Of skin hitting skin,
Anger and terror commingling,
We forged a pool of our sorrows
and the water is fine.
Our life begins when
The train howls
And the station vibrates with a life that neither you or I
Have fully felt for a long time.
With every quivering step
We leave our cowering shadows behind us.
Our sadness will no longer be their sustenance,
Or so we hope
Freedom is a flower sprung
From the soil of distance,
It cannot survive on the waters of hope
And soon the petals wilt
It wasn’t long before we realized
That every light,
no matter how bright,
Cast a shadow,
And those shackles on our tiny wrists
Would only grow as we did.
Our chains are longer than
Either of us will live
I was with you;
Though you could not know me
I was with you.
I held your trembling hand in mine
When your palm grew cold.
Your name was a silent plea
From a voice you never learned to hear.
I tried to catch you when you fell
But my arms were
Nothing more than air
That no one ever taught us how to breathe.