In a Softer Light
In a softer light,
my awful faults
change like clouds,
into something curious, forgivable.
In a softer light,
the hurts that arrive
no longer have edges.
In a softer light,
resentment gentles away,
leaving me at ease.
In a softer light,
all our sharp divides
turn into
flowing streams.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
