One Final Hurt

Every now and then, we find a band-aid to cover a wound on our soul
but as soothing as it seems, we must pay the toll
for it will eventually begin to peel
In anticipation of the pain we will feel
our muscles tense and our jaws clench
until it is pulled off all at once
like an assassin’s attack with no alert
one final hurt

To recover, we sleep
as thunder rumbles its way through early morning dreams
the summer rains have begun, and it seems
things don’t matter so much now
somehow

All the tension that was building
now it is yielding
All the heat that was brewing
now it is cooling
Hearts soften 
and daydreams are often

So in tune are we to the changing seasons
so humble should we be 
and full of reasons
to realize what we have in common -
that we share this space and time together
this little window of time, our impact light as a feather
our choice, to cause pain or bring pleasure