Why, Why, Why
The spirit of justification
pierces deep as unseen daggers
bleed wounds in-visibly.
Cut spirits slow leak
bruised by broken trust
betrayal’s breached
wounding generously.
Harboured within each
an inner spirit’s realm.
Purposefully pressuring
the soul to seek
restoration or ache docked.
No preference given
bodily or soulful breaks.
Arm, leg, heart or thoughts
a cast must be sought.
Taking the load off
creating a straight path
for what was lame
pulled out of joint.
Healing restoratively
casting powerful hope
immense inward love
re-creates trailing desires
live,give,forgive measurably.
I too, raised my fist high.
Seeking to understand
the Why, Why, Why.
Only to find out…
it had little to do
with …… me.
Drawing me closer
to shedding trials.
A fire of understanding
blazed bright.
Calling out ….
Many a soul does walk
upon broken limbs of body and heart.
Each is given their time to humbly listen
or limp unforgiving unable to thrive.
Against all self- feeling, righteousness or blame.
I sought out to allow discipline’s cast
to straighten, heal, and restore
unseen wounds present in life.
Step by step, one day at a time
Learn-ed patience, joy and renewed hope.
No crutches of self-medications doses
No need for sweet liquors soothing relief.
See you on the road,
And if you see me limp;
Kindly remember
I am actively…..restoring.
Outpouring a purpose,
higher then.......me.
No longer serving energies
Why, Why, Why.
Bronze trophy winner
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