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Forgive Me For Wanting to Soothe
Sometimes a wound must stay a wound.
— James Crews, “Wound”
Sometimes I remember a wound
must stay a wound. Why then,
this impulse to bring you a vase of blue
larkspur, white lilies and a blessing
instead of sitting with you in the dark
and letting what is dark be dark.
When I am brave enough to see
beyond my longing to soothe,
all I want is to be with you in the dark.
To steep together in the uncomfortable ache.
To quietly meet you in the wounded place
so you know you are not alone.
Perhaps I will always send you lilies,
but let me also trust how necessary it is,
the open ear, this tenderness,
this willingness to be with,
more gift than any flower.
— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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