When war breaks out (I bleed flowers).

My heart


under the weight

of these


Relentless in their


demanding space

within my head.

Behind my eyes.

Insisting on life.

And still,

despite this war,

I choose to



instead of pain.

It is a quiet


—When war breaks out (I bleed flowers)

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Liezel Graham

Wife. Mum. Lover of words. Lover of the Word. Writer of stories. I drink too much coffee and dream improbably big dreams. The quintessentially weird kid, all grown up and (still) finding refuge in books and words.

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