Scar
Tissue
Oh,
the wounds, the gaping wounds
The
wounds that never truly heal
Merely
self-sutured, leaving jagged scars
left
to swell, ooze and re-infect
A
temporary stop-gap, a leaking dam
built
to hold back the raging river of pain...
Would
that the scars would explode,
burst
open and gush out
gush
out in primal fury,
leaving
me helpless and drained
helpless
and drained before the Almighty
who
is able not to simply close and smooth them over
but
who is able to brutally and lovingly rip them loose
Oh
yes, He is able and willing; if I am willing...
*Based on events spanning
the last 14 years
Tim Ryerson is a published
poet from Ponchatoula, Louisiana who retired from the printing business in
2011. He began writing in the 80’s but did not take it seriously until 2001
after the untimely death of his then 21 year old son. He does not have a ‘signature
style’ but prefers writing different forms of poetry. Many of his poems use
southern slang and Cajun dialect. He also enjoys writing humorous poems,
especially limericks and senryu and was among the winners in the latest Humor
Press writing contest with his entry “Emergency Rooms Just KILL me.”
Amen! That's a beautiful poem there.
ReplyDeleteTim, without faith we would drown in sorrow when life gives us more pain than we can bear. This poem conveys that beautifully.
ReplyDeleteMele Kalikimaka my friend! Aloha, Connie
A very powerful poem, deeply felt. Judy Moskowitz
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