Comforting Sphere © Mich

Invisible Battle
Josh Neuman

nectared thoughts, ashen ways
the truth of which her mien betrays.

one it was not but ten
nary a word with the gent

marked in time this decade
the hefty price of that she paid

a line in two's vision askew
belying truth of that they knew

when two in congruency abide
the third wave must then subside.

assumption of this identity
oscillates between she and he.

affirmity in this repose
solace of only which he knows.

rueful beads from these lids glisten
unshackle her vacuous prison

find her a chair, give her a hug.
choose not to ignore nor shrug.