the bandage has been rudely ripped off

revealing the truth beneath,

the ache of no healing,

where healing was sought,

 shards of shame and fear,

 grit of hurt and pride,

all mingle with the slow ,

slow poison of bitterness,

ego and angst…

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I cannot re-cover this wound quickly,

I must remove the

broken pieces tenderly,

flush out the wound,

 softly but firmly tend the dis-ease

clean out the bitter poison,

rney replace it with balm of forgiveness

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this will take time,

 only then can I bind the wound

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but with each step,

the healing begins…

and I will bind

this wound

tenderly

Image; Dark Journey (mine)