*Two years past, and
one year since.
But it's the latter we celebrate,
the former is
whispered. It was
Confusion and Cruelty.
It was apologies, and
betrayal.
We're safe, now.
I'm safe, and
I feel so. In your arms,
out of your arms,
but they're never far away.
Tá domhan úrnua againn,
and we won't mess it up.
We don't fear the future.
We recall without worry.
Now is harder, but we're saving it
for later.
There's so much to do
and so much to not,
and we've intertwined individuality.
I can't see the border,
but I don't really try.
We're safe now.*
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
*Two years past, and
one year since.
But it's the latter we celebrate,
the former is
whispered. It was
Confusion and Cruelty.
It was apologies, and
betrayal.
We're safe, now.
I'm safe, and
I feel so. In your arms,
out of your arms,
but they're never far away.
Tá domhan úrnua againn,
and we won't mess it up.
We don't fear the future.
We recall without worry.
Now is harder, but we're saving it
for later.
There's so much to do
and so much to not,
and we've intertwined individuality.
I can't see the border,
but I don't really try.
We're safe now.*
(c) Katie Eustace, 2011