Sorry : inner hell

Sorry seems to be the hardest word at times

But what will it take for an aching heart to mend

For a wounded self to heal

For all of the damage and scars we carry

To mend?

And how can we ensure we do not

Inadvertantly

Pass our suffering on?

Some argue that they will put up the shield

To deflect others negativity

But what was it in them that turned that energy

Into black or white

Wrong or right?

Did they listen deep for the fear that may have prompted

This

Were they able to love the wounded anyway?

I do not have the answers to these

Unanswered and difficult questions

But a wise man once said

To me

Perhaps in the end it is our capacity to wonder

About the inner landscape of another

Perhaps it is the ability to show compassion

Which will turn around our attitude to the passion

That seemed to turn so toxic, dark and black

And then imprisoned its sufferer

Firmly inside the gates

Of inner hell