MISSING PIECE

By Joy Clyne

I am haunted by the conversation

Of a sister’s bond

Born before my first breath

The silence that swims in tears

Shock of a mother to her son

A son’s remembrance he was

Victim and predator

My existence disappearing

But at the moment of truth

I find a peaceful place

To ease my pain

The world I created

In my journey to heal

The explosion of lives

Lost by my moving lips

I want to take it back

But my bleeding heart

Cries out for healing

And demands to be heard

As I silence his eyes

That ask “why now”

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