Dec 2018
The crushing stone, mortar and pestle
finely ground and sifted, unveiled and known
the wet washing of rain and rivers to ford
ancestral trespasses in the newly born
takes many a year to discover, to forgive and recover.

It is something worthwhile to deeply feel
the wounds of the soul allowed to reveal
the truth of who we are, at last
only a flash, unmasked
only a butterfly
so soon to pass.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ
(F/Portland, OR -Tucson, AZ)   
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