It is the wound which has the loudest voice,
the tongue of pain which stumbles on our fears,
and wraps around the hurt of hidden days,
to speak of things we have not fully grieved.
The words which will escape in tortured ways,
will have no need to be in essence heard,
in any way that we could recognise,
dressed as they are in feeling's dark disguise.
But even without substance, form or shape,
the message will be brought on crippled feet,
to kneel before the sword of bitter truth;
the name revealed; the healing is complete.
the tongue of pain which stumbles on our fears,
and wraps around the hurt of hidden days,
to speak of things we have not fully grieved.
The words which will escape in tortured ways,
will have no need to be in essence heard,
in any way that we could recognise,
dressed as they are in feeling's dark disguise.
But even without substance, form or shape,
the message will be brought on crippled feet,
to kneel before the sword of bitter truth;
the name revealed; the healing is complete.
Very cool thoughts here, love the phrasing. The speak of things we have not fully grieved is really good. Great read. thanks
ReplyDeletei feel you in this...sometimes we have to just own our pains...our wounds...and let it out...talk about it...and the words dont really matter as much....felt...
ReplyDeleteSo much thought here, and eventually after working through the pain comes healing.
ReplyDeleteRoslyn, I believe working through our pain is the only way one can heal. We all do it at our own pace. I particularly like this part;
ReplyDelete"the message will be brought on crippled feet,"
Pamela
'But even without substance, form or shape,
ReplyDeletethe message will be brought on crippled feet..' - so true indeed. i can feel this poem. very soul-stirring.