the garden of my soul
is filled with land mines
my mother dug each hole with care
and laid the shell down
my father covered them with dirt
making sure that each was armed
i do not have the map
to my mine-filled garden
i do not know how many mines
are left to explode
if i sit in one place
i will be safe from the mines
but if i sit in one place
i will never move on
— Clio 04.07.21
