For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed futures
like bread in in our children's mouths so their dreams
will not reflect the death of ours
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the centre of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
for all of us
this instant and this triumph
we were never meant to survive
And when the sun rises
we are afraid it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
so it is better to speak remembering
we were never meant to survive
