Truth and Light Whisper
Dark corners pass me
Looking past the peace
Offered by false stillness
Wringing pain in loss
Mark of other’s wrong
Betrayal of my own best
They cling for focus
Stalking for attention
To give them satisfaction
Muscle, sinews, nerves
Forced forward-- they don’t
Will it of their own
They must be told
Not today.
Shaking with effort
A body or soul
Strengthens against
Opposition of comfortable
Licking wounds
Injects bacteria
Healing salve offered,
In sacrificed Love.
Shown possible to each
Not forced, simply given.
By Leta Greene
