Wounds come in shapes and sizes
More that anyone realizes
There are those of the body and mind
And those that none can really find
Wounds of the body are easiest to heal
A drop of balm would help them seal
Wounds of the mind are deeper though
And they take longer than we know
However, there are some which last
And sometimes, their causes outlast
These wounds come from expectations
Followed by unfortunate revelations
Alas such wounds spread far and wide
And then cause such a great divide
Between victim and perpetrator
The latter not being such a traitor
It’s miscommunication left unaddressed
And important relations unassessed
And then when it becomes too much
The cord of love ruptures at a touch
And a wound opens on both ends
It festers, bleeds, pains and extends
Thus the cord of love becomes a noose
Strangling loved ones with abuse
For in the inability to oneself avenge
And in a vicious cycle of revenge
The victims hurt those around them
Accusing them of being trouble’s stem
From there the wound only grows
As it singes all those it knows
Alienating the victim from its company
And creating more victims in the family
This wound’s medicine works but is bitter
For it requires the victims to reconsider
To meditate, think and face their banes
For only they can heal their pains
Yet their banes are not their enemies
It is they themselves who hold the keys
To see their wounds as mere illusions
Caused by deep societal confusions
Forgive, forget and become resistant
Lest those still close become as distant
Originally posted on October 6, 2020 @ 9:20 am
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