Saturday, July 16, 2016

Softly

Softly came the knowing,
understanding reigned,
holding on to reason,
truths were full proclaimed.

All that had been hidden,
now revealed at last,
scattered through the days;
remnants of my past.

Knitted into costume,
finding place to be,
healing like a second skin;
the scars which made me.

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