He taught her countless lessons.
The most important: a secret passed down
from master to apprentice-
inscribing verses lessens
the pain of a tattered past.
Heartstrings once pulled taut,
she would now allow each seam to unravel.
Delving into her soul for insight,
to discover why she is bound to regret-
getting back to the site of the problem.
How ache did seem permanent,
pelting relentlessly on her
shattering window’s pane;
a drapery with a hole
big enough to look through
was hung over to protect her.
She peeked outside the window
as curiosity piqued when
taking in the sight of recovery.
She began to wade through
what weighed her down-
the possibility of being mended,
enough to incite her to pull through.
Hurting in silence versus healing-
the remedy was obvious.
Writing while still sore is the sole cure
for making a heart whole.