Sunday, March 4, 2012


Karineh Mahdessian

...

a boy of only six
with unruly onyx hair
& cherub-esque cheeks
seeks refuge
from parents who
shatter dreams
with indigo lips
&
purple eyes.

one knees,
he begs.
pleads.
barters.

God has eavsdropped on his
soliloquies.

"Tell me, this is storm before the calm, right?"

Right?

Right.

God responds.

breathe. just breathe.

inhale.

exhale.

breathe.

go to your safe place

"Even if I have no where to go?"

Especially when you have no where to go.

just breathe.

This too shall pass.

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