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