History is written by victors. But what about the civilians in any country who suffer when men go into battle? Like in Germany. Displaced Germans suffered by the millions and were killed when they were chased off the land of their forefathers. Who talks about them and writes their stories? Today their ancestors live in North and South America while their parents rest in unmarked graves along road from east to west.
Tired of Waking
I long for the night
Undressing Shadows
Folding their gowns.
With tiny steps she tip-toes along the edge of that dark hem, retracing fading stiches of a gown worn out over time. Careful, not to stumble on that garment her shadows have woven those past fifty years. Unable to shed the past, unwilling to forget she moves along. Still waiting, after all those years.