Heal the hole


If you can say some words

to soothe my hurt, say them

 those words belong to me

for they were born in you

 because of my throes

 So go on, give them away

 gift them to me

 They will not serve another

 they alone can heal

 the uncertain craters underneath

 Shovel in cool mud

 where it sears the most.

 Give a part of you,

 a part you will never need

 Let us try to make a hole

 whole.

 ©Reena Prasad 28th Aug 2012

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