A colleague’s face is painted with my sister’s shadow
Resentment springs where attention undeserved was lost
Unspoken conversations over decades remain intact
A mind weaves poisonous threads easily
Cut outs of unnecessary misery excised
My sister’s bitter note “wish you were dead”
No longer matters
So sad you feel I stole the love you craved
I never had it; it was yours all along
tucked into a little pocket somewhere between your heart and your guts
My own emotional body graven with past scars
Gifted with healing opportunity when today shocks yesterday
Silent forgiveness sent telepathically
Your cells may receive the message, bent prayerfully
Pus seeps out of invisible wounds
allowing light to spill through the gashes
My heart gives a permission slip to my dream
to be all my own
No need to twist or bend another’s soul
to fill my own needs
Already complete, shining a sigh of relief
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