Are you hiding to protect yourself, me, or to cauterize the wound and pretend the love and pain never existed?!
Do you call me fragile to remind yourself to go easy on me? For what has been handed down has rarely been easy. Little, fierce, stoic.....until there's nothing left and the fragility wins.
Some of these scars carry such beauty. Memories of beautiful people; special moments, unconditional love. Others are still healing wounds, oozing due to inadequate answers.
It's time. Burn the wound. Cauterize it. Force it closed, healed and part of the mosaic: no slow healing now.
When a wound won't heal that's what must been done. That's what I must do. Lose the chapter, burn the pain and breathe deep.
Here it goes! Beloveds, are there things you need to seal? Finish? Cauterize? Tell me I'm not alone.
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