Relief bites like a sweet fruit
Oozing its juices down every crevice
Breaking into the hitherto undiscovered
Cuts, and scars, not yet formed.
Releasing the words that break up the inside
Opening the wounds that never quite healed
Rinsing with all the vowels and consonants
That make up the powerful cure of evil.
The tension has lifted with each passing verb
Describing the pain of lessons not fully learned
Each syllable meeting important steps
To recover the individual who had left.
Rebuild and recover, be all you can be
Using words to find wisdom in safe company
A generous ear heals the broken soul
But the saviour, their effect, they’ll never know.