On Dancing Shadows

When do we heal?
And just how do we start to begin,
With a getting of it done?
When will a development of consciousness,
Of this exist?
Will there be a persistence insisted?

And when...
Do we heal?

When will our greatest joy,
From within us...
Be revealed?
What status then,
Will no longer be concealed?
To know those plateaus of growth.
And dawns to come forever bright with Sun.

On dancing shadows,
Released from us to cast!

When do we heal?
And when can we say,
Conflicts from us have stopped to trespass.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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