You Weren't Touched
Poem By Ayni Poet
Hiding under warm, soothing blankets,
One has retracted from a false battlefield
Thinking there was something to gain or clasp,
Grieving now a loss.
In bloody stains he seems to be covered,
The heavy clothes need to be shredded,
Those thoughts of brokenness and nullity
Are leading one astray.
Healing is just a metaphor for reflection,
Only when a face is worn
Tales of suffering can be told.
Essence cannot be cut, punctured,
Hurt or dimmed,
One's Self is forever untouched,
Has never met the harm.