Under the cover of silence

How can I speak to you of these things

Old pains held deep inside the skin

Under the cover of silence

That cry silently from within

In a way that many could never understand

Here in this inner dimension

We carry deep within our cells

The imprinting and impact of so many things

From this and previous generations

So that when others speak of demons

I can only think of angels in disguise

Those cells that started out deep and bright

Longing for love and light

That got filled with darkness

Are not so easy to erradicate

With only will

But must be felt

This is what others will never know

That its only when the illusion of will is utterly broken

That we face the truth

Of what needs a love far deeper than will

Alone

For these were not the things we chose

But never the less are the things we were forced to bare

And embrace in love

For centuries of pain and hurt

Are never truly eradicated

By splitting off or hate

But only through the unifying power

Of love