We cannot change the past;
it is a part of our history forever.
To regret it is wasted energy,
As is worry.
They say the pain is great,
I’m not sure it’s quite understood;
Mot just
(This is skinning the soles and walking on broken glass)
Eventually we heal,
but first we bleed over everything
Profusely.
A subsequent seminal situation.
Then, prone to infection
Subject to even more misery by the ‘healing arts’
Sticking ticks and leaches
Affixed to ‘bleed it out’
The ultimate exsanguination.
Somewhere along the line
there is one on redemption;
The gathering of tools, teams, time.
A dilapidated barn in the middle of a field
Raising from the ground up.
