We communicate,
As two,
As a group
As a self.
With wounds that were once opened,
And are now being covered
And protected by others
With a bandage of love
And of care
And of fear.
A plaster of fabric coating its surface.
A surface that once may of been misery,
A misery of being present,
Not able to look to the future
And fearful of what has been, in the past.
Now it wants to be seen
And to see oneself.
Not covered by others,
And shielding by the self.
It should be freed,
Exposed
It should be seen by all
And made apparent.
Highlighted and emphasised
Why should its have to lie in the dark,
When it could walk into the light.
The light others have taken away.
Can a wound,
Usually viewed as ugly,
Not be a sensual mark
Not be a beautiful past,
Not be an elegant action;
Covered through opinion,
And shame of opinion.
Let it be opened up,
For everyone to see,
Let it not be hidden,
Take the bandage off
Reveal the pain that has been captive for too long,
Rip it off,
Discard it,
It may be able to breath,
Have a new lease of life,
It may heal.
Once the bandage has been thrown away.