Crucible, lens and prism
illustrate well the recent reality
having locked myself in a prison
of my own I was left alone
with my own mentality.
Healing does come over time
though the scars do still remain
but first it takes a diagnosis
and that means entering the pain
until the pain can take no more.
Though for a season transfixed
by the spectre of my pain
the answer is not an easy fix
or a throw away prayer said
like some magic incantation.
The pressure and burden of burdens
held within over years of waiting for the healing
to begin gives way to the knowledge that my strength
is not my own but a strength of weakness transfigured
transfiguring me in order to begin again.
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