My Substrata is Weakened
bygone cracks lay deep
occasionally finding sunlight
to be hidden, pasted over
with deflections, denial
till anew, they reappear
ended, they’ll never be
but healed, scars, stigma
stitched, held by
threads of creativity
an open heart, and
truth, always truth
© 2013 by DC Lessoway
Posted in: grief, Life, Philosophy, poetry, Psychology, writing
