Poems and Phantasms

Talisman

Sometimes we want to

lock pain in, close

the door fast, take leave

where it cannot

grow

breathe

touch

or heal

yet

buried

stifled

numb

we feel

it, still

 

Time comes to find

the door ajar

inside, the familiar

older, condensed

upon itself, pain

 

Fitting into the hollow

like a stone from your

pocket, leaping into your palm

you remember its

color

weight

shape

worn smooth

from long carrying

 

You could hide it

away again

or

bring it into the

light, discovering

streaks and sparkles

you could not see

until you opened your hand

to let go

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Comments on: "Talisman" (4)

  1. Beautiful and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing.

    With love and light, Janice

  2. Thank you very much, Janice! đŸ™‚

  3. my first thought was “C’est Vrai” this is so true, that sometimes “to bring it into the light” is to take it to full cycle, accept it, and even see beauty in it, hopefully. thanx Lurana, Gray

  4. Yes, I love your reflection; thank you, Gray!

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