The Healing
It came as a wrinkled reflection
The soul in the mirror
Still finding courage
Rhythm in nursery rhymes
A familiar mild humour
Self dependence
Like a portrait of somber
Assuage sessions seek
A soft light in bleak places
Many voices speak
Numb tones from happy faces
A march into amber
Last time it swayed a little farther
Slightly aligned to the light
smoke from burnt cyber bridges
A shadow of black but not dark
Footsteps out of the door
Unsolicited farewell
A prelude to dawn
Mocking birds taking flight
Serenity and her gang
Hope glimmering fate pervading sight
An element of freedom
Undressing from "their" preferences
There’s no metaphor for this silence
Pushing away the innocence
A second take at complete recovery
Cold play on a summer eve
A scant senile reverie
There’s no Healing without pain !
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