there is a world of terror between my temples
the sacred shaking and sweating of my palms
is a testament to it
shadowed figures of failure
cloaked in confusion
dragging daggers doused in poison
and I
bare and bruised
stand on quivering knees and
clanking bones of a skeletal disaster
braving the world outside of the closet
graciously crawling
on shattered atrial pieces
bloodied hands grasping
for a sliver of sanity
constantly flicking a fluidless lighter
in a vast tunnel of trouble
but some how
eventually and inevitably
the sun always rises again
courage begins to pour from
my cardiac arrest and
adrenaline pumps through my body and spills out of the holes in my sides
some how
I always make it out alive
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Lolly Vieira
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 6 days ago in Wander
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