A Poem by G. K. Bostic

You wrap wounds of childhood

Bound with gauze of guilt

And hide from their pain.

Yet they fester

Until, having enough,

You pull the ribbon

That looses that box of pain,

And confronting the ugliness,

You dip your soul

Into cleansing truth.

In time

You see the world

And all the stars above


As you swing free

From the chains

Of the past.




Tenth in Hopeing Forever

© 2011 G. K. Bostic

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Wonderful poem. I just wish the wounds would just heal and you would only bare slight scar where they used to be instead of you having to go through all the pain of having the open wounds get infected..

Posted 12 Years Ago

To find such release is not easy! It is paramount to moving on though, stunning poem love xx

Posted 12 Years Ago

Releasing oneself from the past is actually that point in life where you realize you don't need to live feeling guilt for anything...nice work...

Posted 12 Years Ago

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very dark!! brilliantly written and a great consistent structure! great read!!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Original subject matter. Matter of deep truth! Like the buried thorn that is pushed out of the skin. Ugly and messy but out! So refreshing to see work of value and away, free, from twittering lost loves!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago

This is a interesting analogy. I kind of like it. Although my experience has been that when you rip the gauze off a festering would it rips the top right off too. But then that also fits with the festering wounds of the mind.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I like the visual look of the poem as well as what someone else mentioned, the imagery and word choice, the ribbon on the box of pain, gauze of guilt, to name a couple.. Actually, the more I think about the poem, the more I get from it.
"You dip your soul.." conjures the image of water... and then you mention the stars above... and lastly, there is swinging, which evokes for me, either a child swinging on a swing, and the freedom, and fear that may face doing so..
or like a monkey, swinging from branch to branch.. these images for me, work very well with my impression of your poem.. anyways, just thought i would share that!
I love it! Good job!

Posted 12 Years Ago

Words of hope to those that are healing. To confront the pain in order to heal are wise words. Very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I like this poem very much! the way you described the pain and then the breaking free! Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago

liberating beauty~

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on December 20, 2010
Last Updated on January 21, 2011


G. K. Bostic
G. K. Bostic


Retired Special Education Teacher & Supervisor, Writer of poetry and Nanowrimo novel, wife, mother, grandmother, and lover of country. I can be found at www.gkbostic.com Update: Since I wrote this .. more..

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