Trauma

Sometimes
the wounds
are touched
by vibrant ripples
in a conversation

It feels like
tingelings
and tears may drop
and in the heart
they drop on softness

It does not feel like trauma
it does feel more
like little kisses
caressing ancient scars
of what has been

It makes it easier
to feel the pain of them
who still have open wounds
and hurt and hurt and hurt

Come sit with me
and give your wounded heart
I will caress it
and will only leave
when time has come
for you
to leave …

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