How can it be
that time does not dull
certain memories?
Nor dims
the bitter conviction
of soul destroying lies?
Why is it that
rejecting their snarling lies
lessens not their howls?
Nor eases
the throbbing ache of putrid scars
pulsing against their sutures?
Oh no, time will not heal such things
No matter what bright falsities
Trip off well-meaning tongues.
But if you let the Master Surgeon
with Hands infinitely skilled
probe those scars
You will find
The purulence will slowly drain away
Bringing healing.
And it can be
that truth transforms
this freshly cleansed rich soil of your mind
And plants
the seeds of renewed hope
watered with the sweet dew of freedom
Springing forth
The most beautifully fragrant
Petals of life.
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7 comments:
"Trip off well meaning tongues" is one of my favorite phrases in this poem, and I love the whole poem! Wonderfully wrought...!
Deep, without becoming too heavy. Hopeful without becoming too flamboyant! I like it! *smile*
Very moving, a spiritual paean-- you are such a wonderful asset to us at Triggered Muse and here at Friday's feast. love, J
this is a lovely, zen-like, real account of struggle and survival, nice work here!
amy jo
Mystic Mom - thank you! I knew you would get that phrase!!
Cchampagne - I am pleased you like that balance - I seldom stay too heavy for too long, but you never know how that will come across. :)
Jen - you made my day! xx
Amy Jo - good to meet you! I think struggle is an important part of life - the trick is to survive and move on, not get lost in forever looking back at the struggle part... :)
keep lovely seeds growing, beautiful poetry.
Beautifully expressed sentiments.
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