Lydia Tetreault Saez

Land of entrapment,

No longer New Mexico,

But all places known.

What is freedom now?

When my quiet space was home,

Home is disrupted.

I reminisce life,

Life before fear and the noise.

Of simplicity…

I now live in fear,

Fear that everything i love,

Is temporary.

That familial love,

Hangs on by wellness only.

My love is fragile.

My home is fragile.

It can be torn,easily.

Death is iminent.

Fear is a promise,

Fragility is the end.

My love is fragile.