take on the tools of meditation
scrape, dig, uncover masked notions
ask denial to stand aside for a while
as ferocious truth, given air
gouges, angrily, at delicate skin
fine covering over brazed bones
funny how such brutal pain
cleans mind and soul
clears personal skies
so as, dirt re-conceals the hurt
tamp it down, happily, joyfully
know no longer you are
a slave to old, past
pain

© 2014 by DC Lessoway