The Essence of Divine Timing

Author's note: Some of you will notice that my syntax has changed for this piece. That is simply because I have been reading The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran and what I read affects how I write. The poem following my preamble was written to illustrate where I am in my healing process in as non-judgmental a way as possible.

The Essence of Divine Timing: You cannot be late any more than you can be early. Do not wish to rush that which cannot be rushed. Do not let what appear to be false starts discourage you. For your path is divinely guided and your sense of urgency entirely unnecessary. In fact, things will appear to hasten when you decide to let go and go with the flow. The urgency you feel is a judgement of your perceived slowness and thus hinders you and your healing, your growth. Healing cannot begin in earnest while you yet judge yourself for being where you are. Growth cannot occur when you are preoccupied by your perceived slowness.

The Splinters That Remain

Though it seems safe to say
that the deepest of my wounds
has mostly been repaired,
there still remains the words
that entered my consciousness,
like needles, nay,
like arrows to the heart,
when they were thrown
carelessly upon my ear.

For whenever I replay them,
my heart breaks yet again
for my childhood self...
who seems, at times,
altogether other;
That is to say,
since I solely carry
the weighty words that they
had deigned to share,
and hold not the memory
firmly in my mind,
I tend to pretend
that this story isn't mine.

For how could I have suffered so?
How could they let that happen...
both the powers that be
and the adults around me?
And why would they choose
to burden me
with the knowledge of a trauma
long forgotten
yet forever felt?

Though the arrowheads and shafts
have hence been removed
and the worst of my pain has ceased,
wooden splinters yet remain,
and are felt with every beat.

Are they there to stay like scar tissue
or will these too dissipate
and thence cease to ache?