Last Aid

Those first lessons
the ones that
burn deep in the skin and soul and heart
the lessons of leaving
of betrayal
the wound the oozes raw beneath the shield
agony ignored and assauged with a panacea
of quick fixes and momentary thrills
I watch you run
trying to escape
your truth is
tattooed on your Soul
and it keeps pace at your side.

When you can no longer bear the
weight of the pain
I will be waiting
with the balm
that will heal all.

Elephant

It sits quietly
basking in the sun of a
New Spring
silent and unnamed
as we dance
carefully avoiding the
rising piles of
excrement
the smell stings ~~
the air pungent with
the unsaid
as realization dawns
I turn and find
all exits
blocked.