Is it “He” who heals you,
your “God” if “SHE!” shall be;

He who applies the “balm”?,
for your healing?
So you may,

PERCEIVE.

And its the balm that heals you;
May forever smell the same.

“THE FUCKING SAME!”

Like scar tissue on an infant.
THAT CHILD YOU REFUSED, TO CLAIM!

And your ignorance shall be forgiven,
lest arrogance be the cause;
But FOR the innocence that drives you;

‘neath the gauze.

And FOR the heart that’s healing,
you shall escape unhurt!

For you are;

and shall forever be;

Unforgiven.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar