My poems
break down walls
brick by brick,
shard by shard
memory by memory

Sometimes in cinema verité
with splashes of drama
or a gritty reel
hoping to gain perspective.
in time, by distance

I look to gain
from what I’ve lost
Be it wisdom, acceptance.
regret or redemption

My life in poems
reflects, rejoices, remembers
Trying to give reason
to some sort of rhyme.

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Christine Bevilacqua, retired school counselor lives in a blue house in Staten Island with her two cats Jaxxy and Misty and her long time boy friend. She is part of an online writing class with fellow educators. Previous works have been published in the Raven Review and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Her work has also recently been accepted the Scarlet, Literary Journal and 1922 Review.