My mental maladies
They formed from tragedies;
Moments that happened with me
Fragments of what could be
Particles of things once believed
But there’s nothing wrong in me
/for you to decide/
Nothing for you to see
For what once was catastrophe
is no longer masquerading ,
like a moving masterpiece;
I’m constantly translating
/nothing to hide/
Kyoko W.P.
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