Thank You for your thoughts. There are moments when it all comes back, all of the memories that bring us pain.

There is a path we follow on this journey and rightfully so it should lead us through the gauntlet of forgiveness.

Take care

It seems the wounds we receive and carry are an integral part of the journey. There are many.


Wound

A wound have I that will not bleed
And with a hush would it supersede
The empty words it doesn’t need
So with a whimper I shall concede.

A wound indeed, known mostly by the pain.
It is disorienting, the effect I would not feign
Relief must wait until the return of the rain
To wash away all trace of this dark disdain.

A wound to heal, may it yet come to be
Strange that my age has seen me free
And yet has decreed my sight impaired
Must I shed the tears to have it repaired?

Wherein lies the man I always knew?
Without remorse it seems he withdrew
To an imaginary world hidden from view
So the sense of silence he could construe.

Return to me the clarity of my thought
Without which no dream can be sought
Without which no enemy may be fought
Without which no smiles will be brought.

Yes it seems the road narrows up ahead
Naturally so it must be, no reason to dread
May the sweet music of my dreams be found
And as a healing salve help my soul rebound.