Absence of visible wounds
is not absence of pain,
I think that knowledge
may be seeping through.
We are healing ourselves,
I see the tears you try to hide,
my tears waiting to be shed
I try hard to conceal.
The pain of grief tortures you
and I am powerless to help
and often consumed by mine.
It still feels raw.
We walk this path together,
with no map to guide us,
I know we love each other,
underneath it all.
Copyright @2020 Lily Lawson
Image by Gianfranco De Bei from Pixabay
I connect with this poem, especially today. Thank you for sharing it, Lily. <3
pleased to hear that Ivy