Re-Co-Very

Re-co-very A slow and sweetened word It rings with resonance A beauty to be heard. Looking back on tears shed the pain is muted, silenced just a quiet hum I hear This time it is no pretence. Sometimes I feel a sting The prick of old pain niggles in my sides A drop of dirty rain. Mentally I push it away float it down the river burn it at the seams on a breeze that shivers. ‘This is it’ I tell myself but the voice whispers ‘Until next time’.