It is a great and humbling feeling to heal,
From the affects of emotional and physical hardships...
Kept concealed without the carrying of burdens,
For others to see to be revealed.
Yet with blessings known to have been bestowed,
It is the coming into contact...
With those less experienced that requires the patience,
Of the biblical JOB.
To dismiss the accepted ignorance,
Some seem to wish to inflict and impose.
Unconsciously affixed to the playing of games,
Behind rusting fences.
Although their childishness...
Isn't so quick for them to depict.
Since the doing of this is limited to their existence.
It is a great and humbling feeling to heal,
From the affects of emotional and physical hardships...
Kept concealed without the carrying of burdens,
For others to see to be revealed.
However...
It is the testing of one's patience,
That often wounds those who 'assume'...
One who has lived to heal and mend,
Has time to play the same games...
Over and over and over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem