Creative Writing, Poetry

Healing

This is the moment
The unuttered falls down
The revelation of a thing so pain ridden
Softly descending the skin of my face
Shame
Slowly whispering a prayer to the maker
It rolls over my lips and shuts me up
I can’t speak
I wipe it away with hands full of blame
Then offer the tear up and ask for healing.

For you and for me, healing.

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