Daily Reflection

In writing poetry
I have to open past wounds
Expose the blood, and bare the bones.
These I offer as words
As meter, rhyme and rhythm.

And in that,
Is the hope there is a part of me
That becomes you.

Now when the wound festers next
Before I curl up in pain again
We will share the agony.
As you will share with others
And all hold hands.

That is my prayer
With my pen in my hand today.

Bhavna
22 Jan 2025