y gwir trwy’r gwyll

A dark fear grips. Masks of 

pain and suffering hidden 

from view distanced. 

Thin cloth, veils, separates.

Barely visible, breath 

becomes lost confidence 

in setting out emerging 

unfolding unraveling 

the tangle of tied up lock 

downs within ourselves to 

undo the stepping back 

withdrawing of past hurts. 

Time to heal, forgive, 

allow the letting go, unfurl 

in a tentative stretch 

out toward the other. 

To learn again a gentle touch.