but you could’ve been carried through.
Though time has enough burden of its own,
there were hands,
hearts, shoulders. You chose the clouds.
There were
voices that could’ve
softened your wounds within. You could’ve
fought the ones that told you to give in--
oh soldier. If only you had counted
those you honored and the multitude
that saluted you and still do, but you
counted the wounds instead
and laid on your bed—safe, but too still,
like a frozen cloud waiting to be blown away.
Author Bio:
Tia Paul-Louis is the pen name of fiction writer and poet Pascale Louissaint: a mother to a four-year old girl and the wife of a health specialist. She moved from the Caribbean to the U.S. at age nine with her parents. Through many years of battling with foreign and old traditions that could never come to an agreement, she finally found a voice through writing and earned an MFA degree in Creative Writing at National University in La Jolla, California. She began with lyric compositions at age 11 but later gained a strong interest in poetry and fiction. Inspired by poets such as Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson and Langston Hughes, she continues with her writing which appeared in literary journals such as Rabbit Catastrophe, Eye to the Telescope, The Write Place at the Write Time, Words Apart, Ancient Paths, Darkrun Review and several others. Paul-Louis’s themes portray family life, mental health, gender role controversies, and spiritual values. Aside from writing, she enjoys singing, playing the keyboard, watching animated movies, and exploring other aspects of art.