Salving One's Hurting Soul

Facing a tidal wave of disillusionment
Coupled with disenchantment to boot
One can't do anything
Or tell anyone
Of all the pain and disappointment
That have got burned into one's brain
And have been stuck into one's eidetic memory.

One can only write
And tell oneself not to repine
But to be strong and confident
And do whatever one enjoys best
Erasing from one's photographic memory
All the pain and disappointment
And salving one's hurting soul.

ltbs

True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought
Can still suspect, and still revere himself
In lowliness of heart.
William Wordsworth

Reason to Lament

I can't help it
But break out into spontaneous weeping
Whenever I recall a painful incident
Which seems to open a sluice gate in my soul
Letting flow of painful experiences long forgotten.

A strange flow seems to ooze through my body
As the pain and disappointment of old
Seem to re-surface from old embedded wounds
Bringing me agony and tears
Like from a fresh cut
Smarting from the spicy juices of a jalapeno.

Commiserate with me
And pray with me
As I pray in earnest
That such cruelty and abuse
Will never ever happen again
To someone, or anyone else.

ltbs

Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth