As I walk this path of time,
tearing each bandage from
the healed pain of darkness
restrained by the invisible,
walls of societies lure
arriving at crossroads
to proceed forward on a path
mapped out of survival,
A brief look behind to a trail
of bandages laid upon the ground,
each one a cure to the pain,
A look to my right where I see the
bright crisp angels that will lead
to a journey untold or made,
I lay each piece with care and time
allowing a path for others to follow,
my path was always laid,
I shall make a new
where no need to bandage the pain.
Paul Jones: Bandages
Many thanks to Paul Jones for sharing this beautiful poem with us. Paul is a new member of Rotherham Flourish.
