on a palette
of the painter
red tint

when the answer is
there is the hint

words can harm
and other heal

what cannot be said
in the throat we seal

thick skin as a rhino
back with no spine

time smooths out all shards
broken glass only a sign

emotions running wild
smashed into thick spread

the outside encounter
still lives in the head

Poem read by the author

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