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.”