Then, recognised, by heart and soul,

My  mind  today  is like a magnet.

It attracts those small

yet potent words

that fit its present thoughts;

creates a replica

of wounds afresh.

If, like a welcome sun,

new light will shine for me,



I’ll then


those frozen narratives of loss

as only part of me,

New words,

New sentences.

New narratives,

New stories made from generous recognitions grow,

if what’s perceived is held,

like iron in the fire,

till transformation comes.

Burned into being by this blazing,


New conceptions

linked to draw, as from a different view. point.

Then, recognised, by heart and soul,

They shall combine to makes a new and larger whole.