Another Time
Dec 06, 2007 in Poetry
The mind is kind.
It gives us what we can absorb,
shields us from what cannot be handled.
It softens the harshness in memory,
filtering it through a gentler light.
It closes doors that should be left behind,
but not completely, not perfectly sealed.
So that when life is calmer,
and the heart stronger
the door can be cautiously pried open.
And what was once intolerable,
can be revisited with a different perspective.