- Merle Emrichhttps://magazine.ufmalmo.se/author/me-merle-emrich/
- Merle Emrichhttps://magazine.ufmalmo.se/author/me-merle-emrich/
- Merle Emrichhttps://magazine.ufmalmo.se/author/me-merle-emrich/
- Merle Emrichhttps://magazine.ufmalmo.se/author/me-merle-emrich/
the uncovering of what one could not see before-
a path out of the darkness.
rarely have i seen a gift
such as your eyes of indigo
that see the kindness of the world
and turn a wasteland into fertile ground.
rarely have i known a darkness
that does not bare within
the discovery of hope
or a new beginning.
rarely have i come upon a truth
that could not be rewritten,
never has there been a lie
that could not be resisted.
rarely have i seen a gift
such as your eyes of midnight blue
that gaze upon deserts and destruction
and in this wasteland let wild roses grow.
Poem by Merle Emrich
Illustration by Sofia Evers
