An Uncluttered Love. Poem by Fay Slimm

The baggage that comes with affairs
Today can be heavy, and needs
Skill to unload. It contains rarely
Anything more than scared, bruised seeds
Of hurt, or frustrated anger,
Which, if not distilled into love
Will grow hard and burst, banging
The life out of any fresh move
To conduct an affair with sense.
Hurt needs healing first, and past pain
Will never bring ease to present
Deeds, so forgive and forget. Shame
At admitting the blame will lead
To an unending wheel which spins
Nowhere at all. Anger only feeds
Fires of hate, so why not begin
Afresh and unclutter the heart.
New love deserves a decent start.