The dark comfort
Of my cries
Has left me.
I thought I wailed
My body’s insult,
Agonized and alone,
Releasing pain,
Unchangeable history,
One discordant
From music
But I was wrong.
Worse, my validity
Is merely rejected.
My screaming
Anguish has been
Decreed hysterics,
And ignored,
But for more
Duty traps carefully
Laid as hazard
For escaping
Songs overheard.
Bear …11.29.2014