Pain

what do you do
when after you peel
the past of forgiveness
you hold in your hands
a pain
that never leaves

what do you do
with the memories
that have no anger
but they stir in your heart
a melancholy
that never heals

when was the last time
the child came to you
and told you
it was ok
and you could move on


life as I know it,
happened
and left behind wounds
not scars
because they ache afresh

and I
live on

not to heal

but conceal.