there are wounds which do not heal
hurts old which are never laid aside
reopened renewed daily in ritual pain
hurts old which are never laid aside
have ways of destroying happiness
splinters bursting happiness bubbles
bitterness is a dangerous self flagellation
whipping old wounds into heightened pain
release anger pain let healing salvation rein
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem