So extremes are enacted:
Scream or go silent.
So extremes are reactive:
Deny or disappear.
With a world’s wrong recipe
On how to help heal. To calm.
Step One: Blame the victim.
The wound expands, bleeding
For its scream to be seen.
Step Two: Discern transparency.
Manipulate for a self-service
The system scrambles to caulk its cracks.
Step Three: To the Board of Trustees.
To the wolves with a pack of cigarettes,
And the antidote to their own mistrust disease.
Step Four: Create a new story.
Mix egg whites, blend yellow with black pepper,
Add the cream of the crop-
Depending on the season of expenditures.
Step Five: Change of season.
It’s happened, and it’s not in your control-
It’s time to let go and to trust.
Step Six: Faultiness finds fault.
Neither yours, nor mine, nor others.
It’s time to see the side mirror, find peace.
Step Seven: Magic transfers power.
The wolves hand over their creation for all
Their destruction offers space to rebuild.
Step Eight: Clear the spiders
Who live in the cracks of your car
Webs are indeed closer than they appear.
Step Nine: Accept no blame.
Stitch the wound with your grief
All the pain, not forgotten, can find relief.
Remember who you are
Remember where you come from
And write a new recipe with strength.
Image courtesy of Stuart Miles Photography at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Last poem + last Phases of the Moon series posts (for now)…! Originally called, SOLD: Recipe For Healing, this poem so eloquently leads me into my next project. I am gearing up for my new (and more humorous) Inklings series: Recipes. Tomorrow I will share the opener to the next series. Onward!
July 21st, 2017.