Healing
"Silence is golden"
seemed an asinine adage
when my "I love you"
was met with stony silence.
A black abyss engulfed me.
I longed to emerge.
I have heard time heals all wounds.
Time, prayer, and real love--
great healers--have brought me back.
Depression, you've been vanquished.
Date: December 17, 2017
Contest Title: One or Two Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015
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