23 October 2005, 5:47 PM
Tools of the trade of healing
There is an
Attachment that frees
From youth can be
Internalized
Become a part of self
Actually enable self to move away
From the womb
Take flight
Can get horribly wrecked
Sick
Mangled and distorted until
It is nothing but a deep
Dark Hole
Yet
Found late in life
Remains most necessary to
Development of self
Realization that
Something outside the Hole
Exists
There is an
Anger that frees
As necessary as Attachment
For though it proffers the tool
By which one might
Dig the Hole deeper
One might with less bitter toil
Hew the steps that
Deliver the misused
From solitude
Though too often
Time erodes and
Believing only the Hole
Self sits beside the shovel
And denies
It exists
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