Healing

Pain abhors words
thinks them trite
denies description
scorns consolation
mocks sentiment

Pain gnaws at your bones
disfiguring
emptying
causing you to fade
from lack of substance

But over time
(it’s true what they say)
imperceptibly softening

Anger enters then
and sorrow

Pain accepts
the proffered hand of Grief
And at long last – weeps

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