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,
those frozen narratives of loss
as only part of me,
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,
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.