Exit wounds

Paralysed I could not move a muscle

Seized by the shock of this latest tussle

I fought the reality

And lost my grip

Falling even deeper into emptiness

That deep abyss

Where consequences of doom

Eclipsed all happiness

Did I really think it was the best

To let it rip

And tear the thing apart

Not really caring who it hit

Or how deeply they’d be scarred?

Perhaps wisdom cannot come but after the fact

And we will fail so many times

On the road to learning

Suffering the painful exit wounds

To understand how shrapnel full of angst

Did unrelenting damage

Some truths it seems are so deeply hidden

That they keep us forever in prison

And we misunderstand who the real jailor is

Until the wounds we cause

Begin to bleed again

And in the pooling of the blood

We birth the wisdom

As scar tissue forms

Closing over the wound

With a scab of healing

Scars that remain

As reminders of what it means

To long

To ache

To live

To love 

And to learn