Crossing lines
over romanticized landmines,
my heated pace pulses the ground.
Turning sand hills to seaside,
this wreckage, detonating
seconds in the surge
of eroded defenses.
Lush discourse, igniting
sparks from the shrunken.
Legends of our dawn emulsifying
apparitions of our loss.
Swelled, now dispelled
in duty.
This frontline
does not mobilize madness;
it commands wailing
from our shallow beds.
A fight that is ill timed.
A dropped chin, not mine to guide.
Noise in the canals,
scorching me
silent.
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Shari Fitzgerald (she/her/they/them) is an award-winning published author and registered social worker from Newfoundland, Canada. When she is not working as a credentialed program evaluator to advance policy reform for vulnerable children and youth in her community, she immerses herself in her creative literary safe space. Shari’s research and written contributions appear in various national and international scholarly journals focusing on health and wellness, professional education, and public welfare, while her poetry has been featured in a number of literary journals including Paragon Press, SQUID Literary & Arts, and Aimless. Shari is a member of WritersNL and the Editorial Freelancers Association (EFA), and has published the first edition of her poetry anthology, The Axis of Unseen Company.
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