Creation Poem by Laurence Overmire

Time heals all wounds
so they say
But truth be told
Some wounds
Even time
can't heal
Some hurts must simply be endured.

Or transformed.
The alchemy of the soul
Can take the blackest tragedy
And re-spirit it to beautiful
ex-pression
Create substance
Out of ash
Fire
Out of smoke.

A poem
A song
An insight
A prayer
Give voice to the pain
And over
Come.

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in Poetry Soul to Soul, October 2000)