photo Adityo Yudhistriatmojo
Maybe you don’t heal
The wound
Maybe it becomes an
Opening
Where buried truths can finally
Speak
Maybe it’s a portal into
An abandoned universe
Crying out to be
Known
Maybe the rip and tear is tilled
Ground
Where fresh creation
Blooms
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be
Closed
Maybe its a secret
Well
A blackened vessel
Where power flows
Maybe the raw cut was meant to
Bleed
Vital Medicine into
Thirsty Hearts
Maybe the Wound is another
You
Maybe your own heart
Loves you so deeply
It decided to break in
Two
So you could fall in
In Love
This much
Maybe healing is the
Space
You finally
Meet
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