Epiphany

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They don't write stories about the third or fourth news segments -

The ones that sound too much like an obituary

The ones that make people too uncomfortable

They don't write legends about the talks inside the provinces

The man who died slow and unpigmented in his palm leaf hut

The women who trekked far and wide to bury him

They don't write fairy tales about the grandmother abandoned

On the streets, sleeping on a pile of carton boxes


They don't write poems about spirits that haunt too close to home

They don't write poems about these ghosts


About the two parents who died in different cities,

Leaving three teenage children and one toddler behind

About the widow whose shoes got broken while walking,

Trying to find someone to sign her husband's death certificate

About the child who arrived home to his mother wailing

Over the corpse of his father as the cop that killed him

Writes "DRUG ADDICT" over his head

About the carpenter who still weeps about his brother,

Wishing he had voted for another president who wouldn't have

Shot him dead

About the medical workers in full white-gear,

Laying on the ground after a night-long operation

To resurrect a sick boy into the hands of his mother

About a father consoling his daughter, telling her it'll be alright

After an explosion rocked their building from a hundred fifty miles away

About a child gunned down by police, beaten, then killed

After threatening them at gunpoint with his toy water gun

About a daughter asking her friends for donations

So she can bury her father when he died

About the parents who've locked themselves in for a month,

Praying that their disabled daughter doesn't catch their disease


Because no parent must outlive their child

And if she died, they would die with her


They don't write poems about ghosts too far from comfort

They don't write poems about ghosts who wish to live

But I will

I will

I will

You will not die at death

You will live on forever

When I write about you and keep you in my prayers,

You will live on, I promise

You will

You will

You will


Read more poems like this in my poetry collection "If I Can See You When I Pass Away." You can order it via https://aidanbernales.carrd.co or through my social media accounts: aidanreuel on IG and Facebook.

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