Ancient history, I thought,
what's done is done --
on to new things and a fresh start.
But, it shadowed me
lurked in dark corners.
Peered, with bloodshot eyes into
conversations sprinkled with
insinuations.
I realized, after a time,
that hurt cannot stay outside the door.
It must come in,
sit down,
and acquaint itself
… with grace.
Lesley-Anne Evans
2009
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I love the entire second stanza. The poem reminds me of a series of runes I pulled after my massage in Whitby last week. Acceptance, Courage and Trust. Oh how need for acceptance and the need to accept have dogged me all my life.
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