December 12, 2011

Wounds Have Wisdom

By W.R.R.

Wounds have wisdom
yet they are mute
I am unable to purse
the ragged red edges
and make them speak
make them tell
the truth
they only whisper
unheeded
Perhaps if there were more?
Would their voices rise
in volume, in courage?
Would anyone listen
if the red tongues wagged
everywhere
spilling secrets?

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 2/10/1997

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.
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