“To you, From 24”

By Gabriel Martins

There will come a day where it will all make sense.

Where the lines that cut the rolling haze,

coating the black Atlantic,

stops fading deeper in the wind.

Where each silent night will burn less.

You won’t chew through concrete.

Every chapter comes easier,

and turning pages stings less.

Marks over yards of bones will tell your stories.

You are here. Now.

Breaking, as second nature.

The water that sparkles out your window.