Wounds

Laughingly dismiss problems as simplicity

Wine makes merry every occasion

Actually shaking

Alone and lonely

Separated but crowded

Not finding a place

Needing space

Keeping up the show

Mastering how to love and be loved

Open to wounding

Trying not to wound

Life sharpens the best of us

It draws the line

And forces our hands to cut ties

And indeed wound those that cannot let go

We shed the skins of the past

Painfully

But beauty awaits

Contentment

Life