Not to an enemy, but to a caring friend who points
with gentle tenderness where I still need
to grow and love and accept and forgive.
Not to a speaker of the word, but to me.
To forgive the past hurts and scars too long held.
To let go of the pain and bitterness of words long since past, now laid open and vulnerable.
My enemy becomes my teacher, my guide, my lover, my friend.
And in the tears the words are washed.
The place of pain and suffering receives a much-needed cleansing.
Tears mix with blood and begin the long-ahead healing journey.