Boy, Unloved

by Damodar Mauzo

It was as if I had been carrying a headload and came to a place where I could set it down and stretch my body, rest my back and legs. When my head grew heavy, I could write it all down, write it out of my system. When I was done, I could tear up the paper. And my mind would be light…calm…quiet.

Solace in reading and writing