to bear the wound

You live inside me

We are not strangers really

But the mind has its ways

Of hiding us from truth

The mind has its ways

Of lying to our heart

The heart is just this vessel of resonance

Before we are taught

To assemble the barricades

To keep out the pain

That cut do deeply into us

And yet to bear the wound and feel the arrow

As it lodged

Is to know the truth

And how we suffer

When we put it away

Sealing all our hurt

Deep inside a locked vault

Making of the other

Enemy and stranger

Shadow boxing with the pain

Forgetting that

It is only ever the wounded one that wounds

And deep scars

Are never healed

By denial

Or bitterness