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.
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.