It has been years—it seems like a moment
Spiritual intimacy knows no time
It celebrates our coexistence
There is no answer.
The suffering- like a perpetual open wound never heals
You hide, you tender the wound- but the wound remains
While no longer apparent- the pain is ever real
Blame has lessened
What difference does it make??
If it were reversible- myself instead
But life is more savage and will not release what it takes
So you get up
Face the day's trials and tribulations
Beneath the face you prepare