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.
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