Uncertain Premonition
I have long harbored the suspicion
That should we suffer long and deeply enough,
We’ll get over the pain
And awaken to the truth of Love:
To cherish the experience
Of whatever there is.
All wounds heal but the last.
Be thankful for your scars.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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