When wounds start
To heal, your words meant
To help, open
Fresh wounds, unknown
To you, and the healing
Stops.
My heart will not
Listen
To me, it says
You must help
Heal, but words, spoken
Written, thought, none
Heal, but they open
Fresh wounds.
How am I to heal? Is
Silence better, more
Golden, safer? My heart
Says no, silence is
Cowardly, you must
Help heal, it opens
Fresh wounds
Within me, and the ears,
And eyes,
And heart meant
For my words;