4/18/11

The tiniest of wounds affect us so,

And ache beyond their scope in heart and mind.

Perhaps these slight offences swell and grow,

Infectious, left to fester, by design.

For if life’s trifles may be amplified,

And pondered by the soul obsessively,

Our deeper injuries may be denied,

Distracting us from greater misery.

Perhaps an unjust weight is thus bestowed,

Upon the lighter pains which we may feel.

The tiniest of wounds affect us so,

Lest we should anguish that which never heals.