What is a wound but a flower
dying on its descent to the earth,
bag of scent filled with war, forest,
torches, some trouble that befell
now over and done. A wound is a fire
sinking into itself. The tinder
serves only so long, the log holds on
and still it gives up, collapses
into its bed of ashes and sand. I burned
my hand cooking over a low flame,
that flame now alive under my skin,
the smell not unpleasant, the wound
beautiful as a full-blown peony.
Say goodbye to disaster. Shake hands
with the unknown, what becomes
of us once we’ve been torn apart
and returned to our future, naked
and small, sewn back together
scar by scar.
2018
Regular
Contemporary
2024
Nature
Strength & Resilience
Imagery
visually descriptive or figurative language, especially in a literary work
Imperative
an instruction or a command
Litote
Ironic understatement in which a positive idea is expressed using a negative of its opposite.
Metaphor
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic