bleeding it shrinks back,
fearing the hand that mends,
fighting the pain that heals.
slowly dark scabs of human making
close in to suffocate the cries of the deep.
muffled it wades through the mud of life
each step labored and unsure
until a dim sun seeps in
craving suddenly to come out
courage of a gladiator must be found
facing the ravaging terror of unknown
permitting a stronger hand to tear
at the paper stronghold
the appearance of self protection
falls like snow to the ground
ice melting off to expose tears of years gone by
it is time now.
time to weep and then the time will be gone
and wounds carried out to the ocean
wave upon wave cleaning the debris of wreckage
until new white sands of beaches
peace becomes the new landscape
it is time.
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