The magic of words
and the thoughts they reveal,
Define and pronounce
and allow me to heal,
I write and confess
and infuse every word,
With every emotion
I felt when I heard
his voice on the phone
in June Seventeen,
The day it all changed
into something obscene,
My words become poetry,
sonnets and myth,
Healing the wounds of
June Twenty-Fifth,
I shower him off
and wake from nightmares,
I know he is happy
and I know that he cares,
And I know he is hurt
and he hurt me as well,
But that’s not all he did
with his shocking bombshell,
I’m stronger than this
though it’s so complicated,
There’s much to inspire
and be celebrated,
Yes, there is pain and shock
and disaster,
Our lives interlace
in intricate patterns,
And I can feel joy
when I see that he’s joyous,
Not everything painful
is sure to destroy us,
For balance is key
in our combination,
The greatest of gifts
is com·mu·ni·ca·tion.
Written by Jason Wright
June 28, 2017