there are wounds we see
and wounds we don’t
the latter worse
by far
for scratches bruises cuts
will heal
our hearts it will
not char
inner wounds like secret mists
arise with travesty
of sacred ground
a private place
a deep and hidden path
once bestrewn with petals sweet
now besmirched in tar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Robyn - Honoured again to be the first to comment. This is a very elegant poem which says so so much in so so few words. Its subject is the emotional wounds of a WOUNDED HEART. The problem is they are often infliced by the very one we love 'Oncew betrewn with petals sweet - now besmiched with tar'. Unsen wounds take longer to heal - and can only be healed by LOVE. Thanks for sharing - Love through Poetry - JOHN.