There's no healing under the rug,
only dead things and lies and fears,
to be covered up.
Secrets always ooze out,
in the dark-tossing and turning.
Don't hand me your messes to hold for you.
Too heavy for you: too heavy for me.
There's beauty in remembering,
speaking and tears.
Be real. Say welcome to forgiveness.
Wipe your feet before entering.
Truth is spoken here.
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