it was more than a graze
a wound
some pain
some anguish
no permanent damage
the bandage removed
makes one wince
for only a nano
revealing
a healing
the music turned from gloomy gray
to something more suitable
to lighten the day
never occurred
not knowing the words
one can sing along anyway
out of tune
no one else in the room
so
sing louder
for that power
within is what
winners are made of
don’t question
the poet
prophet
songstress
or sir
their wisdom
comes from another land
they recognize
their role
it is not courage
that they display
just a fluttering of verbiage
reflection and understanding
is the correlation
one makes
to their own wounds
removing the tape slowly
only increases the pain
tear it off swiftly
for scars fade