POETRY – SPIRITUAL


Skewered:

The spear through my heart, that lay there for so long,
Was not only a symbol of injustice, initiating pain and grief experience,
But a tool of repression, stunting emotional growth and reciprocation.
Blocking energy life force flow and emotional expression,
Feelings of love, not appreciated, felt or even contemplated.
Inevitably loves antithesis, expands inexorably in the shadow, from love.
But from whence does the spark, originate to break the cycle,
To bring forth the light, to illuminate matters and highlight solutions.
So as to alleviate dis ease, first individually, then later for collective benefit,
A lesson learnt, a new skill mastered, in the Hall of Experience.