there is a prolonged moment when illness strikes and it's hard to continue believing
|somehow i survived. alone without you. one face
beside me. to kiss the sadness from your face.
with my multi-colored, plastic smiles, a theatre
mask, somehow i survived. growing pains my face
burned with rays designed to heal. i am a rhino's
gray, my horn disguised by cancer’s stumped face.
where was the magic fluff of laughter? somehow
I survived. streaming tears puff up a stoic face.
somehow extinguished. i would have died without your
voice. daily i survived. there is less light in my face ...
ghazal for grown-up children who need to believe in unicorns
Author's Note: The ghazal form is a structured form.
Here I have written 10 lines, the form's minimum requirement.