all the sorrows of the world -
the big and little heartbreaks,
chasms of loss, and trauma
walled up and sealed away, hidden
deep within the mazes of forgetting,
leaking out at unexpected times,
fluids of shame, embarrassment,
spumes of rage and helplessness
I'm thinking about
all the sorrows of the world,
all the tears that strive to cleanse,
all the keening, calling for connection ...
and thinking what it could mean
if everything can be turned,
like a page, like a dream,
if everyone could be released,
allowed to flow home
to their native wholeness,
more than forgiven - rendered innocent -
ultimately untouched by any story,
fully seen, delighted to be known.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2021
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