Soul does make a mirror,
reflecting back again,
image hid in darkness;
rug-lifters for the pain.

That which has been hidden,
must on the path be seen,
denied can be illuminated;
shadow-retriever dreams.

Cassandra-like they speak,
bard-surgeons wielding knife,
that psyche can be healed,
as wounds bring inner life.

Life-messengers enunciate,
what others would not hear,
that secrets are uncovered,
and hope can conquer fears.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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