Day 90

The day broke,

then followed the color

filling the room and

augmenting our night vision

gradually

until everything took a fuller

figure, lit up and laid bare

by the morning.

A child cries,

no matter the efforting, the

grave and fruitless attempts

at making every moment

peaceful.

But how is peace made?

If not through truth speaking.

And doesn't another's truth

have the potential to burn,

not unlike an onion,

burns the eyes– causes a 

soreness of heart.

The heart is a muscle, after all,

made stronger by the heavy

weight, or repetition of

love.