Poem 36

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.


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