When I met you,

you instantly filled up my pages with poetry.

New Skin (Poem)

Gut-wrenching pain,

Forced to the forefront of our psyche 

Tears staining faces

Checks burning red

Ripping band-aids off trauma

Allowing it to breathe and scab

Slowly forming new skin

New insight 

Understanding

Forgiveness

Peace 

Making scars of healed wounds

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