Common Thread

Common Thread

By

Lisa A.Williams

Those stories-

how we own them.

Dark witches

casting spells,

knights in shining armor

who never arrive

 to happy our endings.

Silence doesn’t dilute

sorrow’s bitter taste;

It rests inside

coma sleep,

shutting us down

until someone stands up,

arms outstretched

and says

“this is who I am”

then we awaken.