Facing censure as years of tears
reflect the sea, a blanket that
my parents never gave me.
Manliness absorbing into pores,
venturing home, silence weighing
heavier than a remiss heart.
Returning as a wave, the rage
of the neglected waters exuding
into a house full of shamefulness.

This poem was originally published in SOFT CARTEL.

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