Pain becomes Nectar

Falling forward

unable to breath

the tip of the spear

is lodged near my heart.

Who was it who threw it?

Was it my past self

a battle scared remembrance

a figment requiring healing, now?

How well I know these oldest perceptions

my hidden and gnarled

misuses of love.

Healing is an act of courage

I will be changed.

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