a day that hurts

in a few weeks, it will have been
thirty years since my birth
and forty years since the day
the Khmer Rouge took Phnom Penh

i wonder whether my family
thought about that day
on the day that i was born

if they are reminded each year
that day comes around
of what they went through
for those four years

it is a hard day
to think of celebrating

perhaps the sadness
that weighs on that day
is why i work so hard
at what is joyous

perhaps to be born
on a day that hurts
is to be set on a mission
to find healing