Arrows



When the sorrow hits
From a small conflict
What is embedded is hurt
A cut that scars
Enough through time 
That we feel this sting
When before we ran away
Now we face it bravely
Waiting for the moment of it's demise
By our silence and 
Unheard prayers
The Rabb hears all
He will certainly appease my heart
That for certain humans are weak
For certain we are heedless and imperfect
The Rabb knows each heart and heals in His time
When the edged sword is thrust 
Let the drops of blood
Dribble and let the pain seep
For behind it is a wisdom 
After the healing and scars are gone

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