In time, Will these scars disappear? Or am
I to bear them for all my
Life to remind of the
Loss of that day.
Now I must begin the
Ever painful healing process, to create a new
Vision of myself, a physical
Ethereal rebirth, Relying on the medicine of my ancestors.
How the bamboo and the knife
Effortlessly shed
All the dead, all the pain
Leaving nothing behind.
Overshadowing me now is the pressure to begin the
New life that accompanies new appearances.
How the healing process proceeds for
Every new beginning.
Imagine that in healing the outside, the inside becomes
Neglected, leaving me to
Suffer with the memory of that day
Irreversable is the damage done
Directly to my spirit
Eternally I will bear the scars of that day.
