The Healling Process.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

Those tiny mirrors
are giving you pictures of myself
so many of myself
like a picture of teardrops
frozen into
like blades of grass
posing as

you are giving me the impression
that i know very well how to hurt

they tell you
i cause pain and if you ask me
i shall tell you
they are all true
so many are bleeding

and so the toxins are taken away
did they not tell you that
with all the pain
they have become healed?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2011

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