Time gets old.
I hear your voice
behind the wall.
When the curtain is drawn,
you surrender to a muddied world.
Can you see who you are,
in prison, wishing for freedom?
Pain cannot relieve pain.
Can you hear my voice?
Who can rescue you?
Can you stand?
Veils are everywhere.
Up in the hills, there is a way.
The truth of the tulip
will one day be revealed.
Look at the moon—
its light illuminates your face.
Listen to the wind—
your voice is there.
Stand on the path,
and look behind.
Who knows the end?
You must survive.

By Mina M

photo: David Guttenfelder/Associated Press