6. poem in 5 parts

Poem in 5 parts



I am only one person

a door opening into mother wife daughter

sister grandmother writer  

a window broken a door unhinged

opening into madness



I am only one person

so I remind myself

in the dark hours before morning

but morning doesn’t come

and the day is full of madness



I am only one person

but sometimes I hear voices

they sing to me in whispers

beneath the murmur of the others

many voices many voices



I am only one person

and it’s all too much

I can’t breathe, the man said

death is layered over under life

and it’s all so much



I am only one person

this is what they say when I reach out

hand so strong, they tell me

and aren’t we all

only one person

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