the hurting and the healing

Deep inside our hurt

Lives the truth of us

Dreams and longings turned to dust

In the face of a world that did not know

What it really was to love

The whole of us

Old hurts may linger for so long

Ashes : the only traces left

Of a heart that once longed

For empathy compassion and tenderness

And yet this is not the end of us

For ash is also full of

Creative power

Rain down these tears

Upon the ashes of the self that burned

Make of this a clay

And stoke your kiln

With the powerful fire

Of pain and rage and suffering

Allow all of these elements of truth

To enact their healing upon the hurting self

For there is truly more to you

Than only these wounds

And somewhere deep inside

You lives the witness self

And the truth is

It is really only you

Who can find the way

To use all of this hurting

For your healing