Haven't you suffered enough?!
Breathe, dear friend,
comrade,
lover;
Enemy, even... breathe:
We can fight again tomorrow...
Our other work, all through this while,
when we have the space: to work on healing the rifts
inside our own hearts and minds.
Be kind, yes,
even to those who hurt us,
Not least, to ourselves...
We are all wounded soldier-prisoners of a war
that we have only inherited.
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