Sins Of The Past

Every cure has its genesis
in a symptom
Love that heals a broken heart
and forgiveness that washes away the pain
A smile that is balm on a wound
and and a hug that makes you whole again

But every symptom
doesn’t find a cure
Trust that cracks leaves a jagged edge
Split skin that fuses into a scar
Memories that sour after a taste of betrayal
and the future stillborn from the sins of the past

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved


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