the wounds of the soul
are our friends
these pains of being human
how can this body negate
what it really is?
our friends have never for
once been ugly
we are our friends too
beautiful and enduring
show them the right paths
beyond grieving
phantoms from our humble
beginnings
the purity of parities
those flaming flumes
levitating
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/befriending-our-wounds/
