Unraveling
Do tell, when seen, the sight of answers
The ones that are sought deep within.
Away now, dig graves deeper
Unearth the bones, the memories of pain therein.
Make use of scraps and stains placed in heart
The ones they chose not to see.
The ones that were once torn pieces apart
The ones that were shunned e’er so lightly.
Then write of past, and of stories sore
Name not once—pain—but many more.
Bleed the pen the soul’s last delight
Weep the tears, the forlorn sight.
And when finished, let all be dyed serene
The memory graves returned, and the heart pristine.
Copyright © Yehoshua Yochanan | Year Posted 2024
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