The dream after the wound 

The Dream After the Wound


A hypothesis on waking reflection, trauma patterns, and the possibility of becoming


Prologue: The Work of Looking Again
This is not an argument that dreams are prophecy, coded instruction, or a perfectly accurate archive of childhood. It is a more modest—and perhaps more useful—hypothesis: when we examine dreams in waking life, we may find a temporary clearing in which old emotional patterns become visible.
For a person shaped by developmental trauma, the past does not always remain in the past. It can persist as an automatic orientation toward danger, abandonment, shame, appeasement, isolation, or self-erasure. These patterns may have begun as intelligent adaptations: a child’s effort to preserve safety, attachment, or emotional survival when there was not enough protection, explanation, or comfort available. The problem is not that the child adapted. The problem is that the adaptation can continue long after the original danger has passed.
Gabor Maté’s formulation is useful here: trauma is not only the event; it is also the wound that forms within a person as a result of what happened. In childhood, this inner wound may deepen when difficult experiences must be endured without a dependable adult to help name what occurred, regulate overwhelming feeling, or restore a sense of safety.[cbc]
Dreams may not give us a literal replay of the past, yet they can present its emotional architecture. A dream may place us in an unfamiliar house, a lost city, a crowd, a classroom, a family gathering, an impossible journey, or a relationship that never existed exactly as shown. But beneath the altered scenery, a recognizable pattern can emerge: I am alone again. I cannot speak. I must rescue someone. I will be punished for being seen. I cannot get home. I must work harder to be loved.
The hypothesis explored here is that writing down and reflecting upon such dreams can make these patterns more available to conscious thought. The dream becomes less a verdict and more a scene for inquiry. Rather than asking, “What does this dream prove?” we might ask, “What old emotional rule is appearing here, and does it still have to govern my life?”
This approach is not a replacement for trauma-informed therapy, medical care, or sleep treatment. It is a personal testimony and a perspective open to examination. For me, DC Gunnersen, the practice has offered a way to meet old material at a distance—not to deny it, not to dramatize it, but to look again, with more adult capacity, more language, and more choice than I had when the original experiences occurred.
A Waking Study of Dreams
I have lived with the reverberations of childhood trauma and what is often called complex post-traumatic stress. I have known how the past can become a hidden operating system: working underneath ordinary life, shaping expectations, reactions, attachments, fears, and the instinct to abandon oneself before anyone else has the chance.
For years, some of these patterns were not fully visible to me in daylight. They arrived as reactions before they arrived as thoughts. A moment of silence from another person could feel like rejection. A disagreement could feel like danger. A need could feel like a burden. A private shame could masquerade as a moral obligation to remain quiet, useful, agreeable, and unseen.
Then dreams began to offer another kind of encounter.
I have used methylene blue for several years and have noticed unusually vivid dreams, often remembered in striking detail upon waking. I do not offer this as evidence that methylene blue is a treatment for trauma, or as a recommendation for anyone to use it. It is not. In particular, methylene blue can interact dangerously with serotonergic medications and substances, and should be reviewed with a prescribing clinician or pharmacist who knows a person’s complete medication and supplement list.[fda +1]
But the vividness itself led me toward a practice: I began to record dreams, sit with their emotional atmosphere, and ask what old pattern might be moving through a new story.
The important insight was not that every image possessed a fixed symbolic definition. A locked door is not always “about” one thing. A childhood home is not necessarily a recovered factual memory. A threatening stranger may not stand for one identifiable person. Dreams can be strange, composite, theatrical, and irrational.
Yet their emotional movement can still be instructive.
A person may dream of being late, but the deeper experience is terror at disappointing someone. One may dream of losing a way home, while the living theme is disorientation after years of emotional neglect. One may dream of trying to speak but having no voice, and recognize an old learned rule: My truth creates trouble. My needs cannot be safely heard.
The waking examination of a dream can therefore become an exercise in compassionate pattern recognition. It may allow a person to notice the difference between an old survival expectation and a present reality.
That difference matters.
What Evidence Supports
There is evidence for the broader claim that sleep, especially REM sleep, is involved in emotional-memory processing. Researchers have linked REM sleep with the processing of emotional and fear-related memories, while PTSD is associated with disturbing dreams, recurrent nightmares, and disrupted sleep processes. This does not prove that every dream reveals a hidden personal truth. It does suggest that dreams can be connected to the emotional material the brain and nervous system are working with.[nih +1]
There is also evidence that deliberately engaging dream imagery while awake can help some people with trauma-related nightmares.
The clearest example is Imagery Rehearsal Therapy—also called nightmare rescripting. In this structured cognitive-behavioral approach, a person identifies a recurring distressing dream, changes the storyline into a less threatening or more empowered version, and rehearses the revised imagery during waking hours. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine identifies imagery rehearsal therapy as the recommended treatment for nightmare disorder and PTSD-associated nightmares.[va +1]
Research does not promise identical results for everyone. Some studies find meaningful improvement in nightmare frequency, distress, sleep quality, and PTSD symptoms; others find smaller or mixed outcomes, especially among people with severe, chronic PTSD. That uncertainty is important. The responsible conclusion is not that dreamwork cures trauma. It is that intentional, supported work with dream imagery can be beneficial for some people and deserves serious consideration.[pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih +2]
This matters because it validates a modest version of what I have experienced: a dream need not be obeyed, feared, or decoded as a supernatural message in order to become useful. It can be observed, written down, felt, questioned, reframed, and placed beside present-day life.
The potential benefit lies in turning an automatic experience into a conscious inquiry.
The Hypothesis of Reorientation
My working hypothesis is simple:

When a dream repeats an old emotional pattern in a new situation, waking reflection may help a person identify the pattern, separate past conditioning from present reality, and choose a less self-destructive response.

This is not an invitation to overinterpret every dream. It is an invitation to listen for emotional repetitions.
The questions that have helped me are uncomplicated:
• What was I trying to do in the dream?
• What feeling governed the scene?
• What did I fear would happen?
• What did I believe I had to do to remain safe, loved, or acceptable?
• Where does this same rule appear in my waking relationships?
• What would I want the adult self to offer the younger self who learned that rule?
• What one present action would express a different understanding?
The purpose is not to blame oneself for childhood adaptation. A child who becomes vigilant, pleasing, silent, detached, or excessively responsible is trying to survive emotionally. Such patterns deserve respect before they can change.
But survival is not the same as freedom.
The dream can become a private theater where the old rule is exposed: the need to appease, the fear of abandonment, the belief that love must be earned, the habit of disappearing before one’s needs become inconvenient. In waking life, one may then begin to build a different response: a boundary, a request, a pause, an act of self-trust, a refusal to chase what repeatedly wounds.
For me, this is not merely dream interpretation. It is a form of reorientation.
It is the slow recovery of an inner persona that was kept trapped—not because it lacked worth, but because it lacked enough room, witness, safety, and language to process what had happened. The work is to meet that former self with a mind that can now understand more, forgive more carefully, and live with greater authority.
Perhaps that is what healing sometimes is: not erasing the past, but refusing to let its old instructions remain the sole author of the future.


A Poem: “The Dream Asks Again”


What enters when the daylight thins,
And draws the old rooms into view?
A child still listening within,
To learn what fear once taught was true.
Why does the hallway have no end,
Why do I search for keys at night?
What broken message did I send,
To make myself become so slight?
A face appears, then fades away,
A door is shut without a sound;
Did I believe I had to stay,
Where love was never safely found?
I wake and ask the dream its name,
Not as a prophet or a judge;
Perhaps it holds an older flame,
That asks my heart to shift and budge.
What rule was written in my chest,
When no one helped me bear the storm?
Must I still fail the secret test,
Or can I give my life new form?
The dream is not a map of fact,
Nor proof of every wound I knew;
It is a stage where shadows act,
And show what old alarms still do.
Can I look back without retreat,
And name the fear without its reign?
Can I stand calmly on my feet,
And let the past unclose its chain?
I was not made to always hide,
Or beg for warmth I could not claim;
The child I was still lives inside,
But need not carry all the blame.
So let the dream return at dawn,
With questions I can meet awake;
From what was lost, a self is drawn,
And wiser roads are mine to make.

…

DCG


A Perspective, Not a Prescription
This essay offers a hypothesis rooted in personal experience, established trauma concepts, and limited but meaningful evidence from nightmare-focused therapies. It does not claim that all dreams are therapeutic, that all trauma can be resolved through dream reflection, or that anyone should force themselves into distressing material alone.
If dreams are recurrent, terrifying, sleep-disrupting, or accompanied by worsening anxiety, dissociation, depression, self-harm thoughts, substance escalation, or physical dream-enactment, professional support is warranted. A trauma-informed therapist, particularly one familiar with PTSD, CPTSD, nightmares, and imagery rehearsal therapy, can help make dream exploration safer and more structured.
Still, I believe there is a possibility worth considering.
For those of us who have spent years governed by unnamed patterns, the dream may offer a strange but usable gift: an image of the internal life that ordinary consciousness has learned to avoid. If we meet it gently in the morning—without superstition, without certainty, without self-condemnation—it may help us see what we have been carrying.
And once seen, what was automatic may become discussable.
What becomes discussable may become understandable.
What becomes understandable may, little by little, become changeable.

Sources and Further Reading
The following sources support the limited claims made in this essay: that sleep and dreaming are connected to emotional-memory processing; that trauma-related nightmares can reflect ongoing distress; and that structured waking work with nightmare imagery—especially Imagery Rehearsal Therapy—has evidence of benefit for some people. They do not establish that every dream has a fixed meaning or that dream reflection alone resolves trauma.

  1. Morgenthaler, Timothy I., et al. “Position Paper for the Treatment of Nightmare Disorder in Adults: An American Academy of Sleep Medicine Position Paper.” Journal of Clinical Sleep Medicine, vol. 14, no. 6, 2018, pp. 1041–1055.
    The American Academy of Sleep Medicine recommends Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for nightmare disorder and PTSD-associated nightmares. IRT involves revising a nightmare’s imagery while awake and rehearsing the revised version.[pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih +1]
  2. American Academy of Sleep Medicine. “New Position Paper Recommends Treatment Options for Adult Nightmare Disorder.” 14 June 2018.
    A plain-language summary of the AASM position paper, including its recommendation of Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for nightmares associated with PTSD and nightmare disorder.[aasm]
  3. U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, National Center for PTSD. “Sleep Problems in Veterans with PTSD.”
    Explains that Imagery Rehearsal Therapy, also called nightmare rescripting, involves changing the content of a recurring nightmare to make it less intense or distressing. The VA notes positive civilian trials while also acknowledging that results have been mixed in some veteran populations.[ptsd.va]
  4. Bishop, Thomas M., et al. “A Retrospective Pilot Study of Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for Trauma-Related Nightmares.” Journal of Clinical Medicine, 2023.
    Reports preliminary evidence that a modified, single-session imagery-rehearsal intervention reduced nightmare frequency and intensity, nightmare-related distress, and PTSD symptoms in a veteran sample. As a pilot and retrospective study, its findings should be treated as promising rather than conclusive.[ncbi.nlm.nih]
  5. Casement, M. D., and L. M. Swanson. “A Meta-analysis of Imagery Rehearsal for Post-trauma Nightmares: Effects on Nightmare Frequency, Sleep Quality, and Posttraumatic Stress.” Clinical Psychology Review, vol. 32, no. 6, 2012, pp. 566–574.
    A meta-analysis finding that imagery rehearsal was associated with substantial improvements in nightmare frequency, sleep quality, and PTSD symptoms, with benefits reported at follow-up.[nih]
  6. Hutchison, I. Claire, and colleagues. “Emotional Memory Processing During REM Sleep With Implications for PTSD.” Frontiers in Psychiatry, 2023.
    Reviews evidence that REM sleep plays a role in emotional and fear-memory processing and discusses how PTSD can involve recurring, emotionally charged dreams and disturbed sleep processes.[nih]
  7. Walker, Matthew P., and Robert Stickgold. “Sleep and Emotional Memory Processing.” Sleep Medicine Clinics, 2011.
    Reviews research connecting sleep with the processing and consolidation of emotional memories. This research supports the general proposition that sleep can be relevant to emotional processing; it does not assign a fixed meaning to an individual dream.[nih]
  8. Maté, Gabor. The Myth of Normal: Trauma, Illness, and Healing in a Toxic Culture. Avery, 2022.
    Maté’s central formulation—“Trauma is not what happens to you; trauma is what happens inside you as a result of what happens to you”—helps frame trauma as an enduring internal adaptation, not merely a past event.[cbc]
  9. Herman, Judith L. Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence—From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror. Basic Books, revised edition, 2015.
    A foundational account of trauma recovery centered on safety, remembrance and mourning, and reconnection. Useful background for understanding why paced reflection and supportive relationships matter in recovery.
  10. van der Kolk, Bessel. The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma. Viking, 2014.
    Explores how trauma can shape bodily alarm, memory, emotion, and relational patterns, and discusses approaches to restoring present-day agency.
  11. Fisher, Janina. Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors: Overcoming Internal Self-Alienation. Routledge, 2017.
    A practical, trauma-informed account of understanding entrenched reactions as protective survival responses rather than character defects.
  12. Hartmann, Ernest. Dreams and Nightmares: The New Theory on the Origin and Meaning of Dreams. Plenum Press, 1998.
    Hartmann’s work is especially relevant to the idea that dreams may represent emotional concerns through images and metaphors rather than through literal replays of experience.
  13. Hill, Clara E. Dream Work in Therapy: Facilitating Exploration, Insight, and Action. American Psychological Association, 1996.
    Presents an integrative model for working with dreams in psychotherapy through exploration, insight, and practical waking-life action. The approach emphasizes the dreamer’s own associations rather than an authority imposing a universal symbolic interpretation.[marquette]
  14. Ullman, Montague, and Nan Zimmerman. Working with Dreams. Delacorte Press, 1979.
    A classic collaborative method of dream exploration that treats the dreamer as the final authority on a dream’s personal meaning.
  15. U.S. Food and Drug Administration. PROVAYBLUE (Methylene Blue) Injection: Prescribing Information. Revised 2024.
    Included solely for the medication-safety note in this essay. FDA labeling warns that methylene blue may cause serious or fatal serotonin syndrome when used with serotonergic drugs or certain opioids. Any use of methylene blue should be reviewed with a qualified clinician or pharmacist who has a complete list of medications, supplements, and substances used.[fda +1]

Note to readers: This essay is a personal reflection and a hypothesis, not medical or mental-health advice. Dreams do not provide a certain diagnosis, recovered factual history, or one universal meaning. Anyone experiencing recurrent nightmares, severe distress, disrupted sleep, dissociation, or worsening trauma symptoms should consider working with a licensed, trauma-informed mental-health professional or sleep specialist.

Still looking 

Still Looking

A poem for the people who have studied themselves and are still a little lost


I have been taking myself apart for years

and still I can’t explain the wreck

I know the diagrams, I’ve read the books

and still something’s caught in the neck

I’ve sat with therapists in quiet rooms

and walked out with the same old ache

the mirror offers nothing I don’t know

and still I can’t sleep when I wake

I know exactly how I pull away

I know the name of every wall

I built the taxonomy, laid it out flat

and then I went and did it all

There was a child who learned that love was leaving

who waited by a window every night

and when love finally stayed I found a reason

to stand up and turn off the light

The damage doesn’t stop when you discover it

it doesn’t care what you have named

it bleeds right through the bandage of your learning

and someone new gets stained

I’ve handed people maps of all my damage

said here’s the wound, here’s where it leads

and then I watched myself go right along

and plant the same old seeds

But something in the writing keeps me grounded

it pulls me back to what is real

not fixed, not freed, just willing to return

and say again what I still feel

There is a dignity in looking twice

in going back when nothing’s changed

the work is not the cure, the work is witness

a record of the strange

Fragility is not the proof of failure

the crack is where the light comes through

the fool who names his folly has more standing

than the one who never knew

I am not a villain for the wounds I carry

but I’m the one who gets to choose

I know the punchline now — it’s still worth laughing

at what I couldn’t bear to lose


About This Poem

I’ve been writing about myself for over fourteen years — the patterns, the contradictions, the gap between what I understand and what I actually do — and I still don’t have a tidy answer. That used to embarrass me. It doesn’t anymore, quite. What I’ve come to believe is that the examined life isn’t a problem to be solved; it’s a practice to be kept. This poem is about the specific frustration of knowing yourself well and still finding yourself at the same old crossroads — and why I think that frustration, named honestly, is worth more than a false arrival. If you’ve ever read something about attachment or self-sabotage and thought yes, that’s exactly it and then watched yourself do the thing anyway, you already know what this poem is about. My blog and Substack, going on fourteen years now, are built for the people who are still in that gap — not defeated by it, just honest about it.


Who This Is For

For the people who feel things deeply but can’t always find the words — and for whom someone else’s words, when they land right, feel like being heard for the first time. For the people sitting in the middle distance between belief and doubt, between knowing and doing, between who they were and who they’re trying to become. For anyone who has ever understood their own damage completely and still had to live through it anyway. That’s who I write for. That’s you.


…

DCG

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The case of Dane 

In third grade, Dane held a guitar like morning light,
And sang old mountains through a classroom door.
A boy with questions hidden out of sight,
Already felt the world was asking more.
He watched the grown-ups smile through private rain,
And learned that silence had a human face.
He named no wound, but carried half its pain,
Then offered others tenderness and space.
Teenage years came dressed in doubt and fire,
With music keeping time beside his bed.
He chased approval, hunger, hope, desire,
And feared the words that people left unsaid.
He laughed too loud when loneliness drew near,
Then called it wisdom just to seem less weak.
But every joke concealed a sharper fear,
That love might leave the moment he would speak.
At school he studied why the heart defends,
Why reason bends when ego wants the throne.
He read of minds, of truth, of means and ends,
Yet found no book could save a man alone.
Philosophy gave names to restless nights,
Psychology gave mirrors to his scars.
He learned that pride can counterfeit as rights,
And wounded children steer adult-like cars.
In young adulthood, Dane mistook his ache
For proof that closeness must be tightly held.
He loved as though one absence meant a break,
And every pause became a sentence spelled.
An anxious thread ran burning through his chest,
While calmer voices told him not to chase.
He tried to hold what needed room to rest,
And saw his need reflected in her face.
Yet empathy would stop him at the line,
Where love becomes a cage with holy art.
He learned her freedom was not less than mine,
And mercy must protect another heart.
He worked, he failed, he stood, he fell again,
Paid bills, wrote poems, swallowed private shame.
He watched ambition masquerade as Zen,
Then saw humility outlive the game.
His strengths were not the absence of a flaw,
But how he turned to face what made him small.
He found that truth was not a perfect law,
But courage answering the inward call.
Later, with dimmer eyes and clearer sight,
He met the God he could not fit in thought.
Not thunder only, but a patient light,
That found him most when certainty was not.
The Bible did not end his need to know,
But taught his restless mind to kneel and breathe.
A seed must vanish somewhere dark to grow,
And peace may come through what we cannot seize.
So Dane still walks where old attachments stir,
Still flinches when affection feels delayed.
But names the fear before it speaks for her,
And lets compassion interrupt the blade.
He writes because the soul must testify,
That frailty is not failure, only clay.
He asks if meaning waits beyond the sky,
Or if it forms in how we live today.
And when the final page begins to bend,
Will Dane find home, or one more road to roam?
Is God the answer waiting at the end,
Or just the voice still calling Dane toward home?

…

DCG

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I believe in you

With every day that passes

With all the time we share

I believe in your ability

Against the world that is not fair

The California sky

In OB you and I

In South Beach and Sunshine

We watched the surf in our eye

Barhopping from the harp on Newport

To the joint on cable

Such a beautiful day

Was it a dream, a date, or a fable?

Turns out there was a bike shop

Just where I said it was

Would have loved to see the look on your face

Because, because, because, because

As we talked

Throughout the day

I listened carefully

On everything you had to say

I believe in you

You know who you are

But there are times when you doubt

When you shut yourself down-You take it too far

I’ve seen how you interact with people

You are grateful, kind, and give from the heart

That is a genuine quality I admire

I also think you’re pretty smart

I’ve seen the glimpse of your character

There is much to you that bodes well

Your charms are not lost on me

And for reasons of my own it is in this way that I must tell

RSP

…

DCG

Doesn’t always mean what it seems

I have all this emotion

But I must keep it locked away

She doesn’t want to hear me

Or what I have to say

And so I bottle  it all up

This emotional genie that wants  to awaken from his sleep

Waiting for the cork to open

Allowing it to feel again and gently weep

How many wishes?

Must we make?

How many opportunities?

Will we take?

What will the heart ask for?

If the genie wakes?

What will we succumb to?

When the heart breaks?

The problem with making wishes

We never know what we’re gonna get

Too many variables to predict 

That would make us upset

Despite , our best intentions

We may just get it wrong

If you accept this does not make you weak

Does it then make you strong?

The reason life isn’t so easy

Sometimes cannot be foreseen

What you see is what you get

Doesn’t always mean what it seems

RSP

…

DCG

It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more 


To forgive is not just to lighten their load,
But to free your own soul from the burdens you’ve owed.
For holding to hurt is a road that won’t end,
A journey that circles, that never will mend.
Unforgiveness, a poison that seeps in the heart,
It chains us in darkness and keeps us apart.
It’s not for their sake that you open the door—
It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more.
Release the old memory, let bitterness cease,
And give your own spirit the gift of some peace.
Forgiveness is healing, a balm for the soul,
It’s cutting the tether and making you whole.
So set down the anger, let go of the pain,
And walk in the sunlight, unshackled by blame.
For the one who is freed by the act you begin—
Is the soul in the mirror, forgiving within.

— for Robyn—

RSP

…

DCG

Our presence can be felt more deeply 

There are many that feel comfort

With a hug and a touch of the hand

Whether it’s our family

Most tactile people will understand

A cat nestled on your lap

As we stroke the fur

Without words we communicate

As we listen to them purr

When words do not suffice

Our presence can be felt more deeply

If we convey our feelings

Our touch is felt more sweetly

The book touching by Ashley Montagu

The human significance of skin

I would highly recommend to anyone

As this book is a sure win

Our language is often overlooked

When we communicate with others, we love

Our touch is greatly appreciated

Especially from those who are deprived of

…

DCG



Five simple rules 

Denzel says you must first learn

Then you earn

and then you return

Which means you develop the self: the body, the mind and the spirit

Then you face the world; an agency in the community

What will you bring to the table?

What will be your ingenuity?

For the body I must have discipline and dedication

For the spirit, I must have devotion

For the mind, I must have determination

And for society, I must have diplomacy

Five simple rules

Discipline, dedication, devotion, diplomacy and determination 

This pilgrimage I take

With reciprocity and association

the quest for knowledge

The quest for peace

Materialism never wins

As the body will one day cease

Time is our currency

In the ever presence of mind

We live only in the here and now

Forever, are we bound in time?

…

DCG

I don’t know what the future holds

I don’t know what the future holds

I leave it in Gods hands

The people I meet and care about

I pray they are in his plans

I pray that I may flourish

As an instrument of the good

I pray for my family and loved ones

As I hope this is understood

I live freely, I love deeply

I want to empower and give no harm

I offer kindness and devotion

Some will say that this is my charm

I learn looking backwards

But I must always focus on today

I am thankful for my blessings

And this is what I say…

If you have called me darling

I know you know who you are

If this poem finds you

I thank my lucky star

The fact is I know that you like me

And you know that I like you

I’ve already seen into your heart

If only we can begin anew

I know you have reservations

You’ve told me this as well

Please know I am here if you want me

Also know I realize this will be a hard sell

I do not give up that easily

I can be as stubborn as you

Somehow the kindred spirits within us

May come to share this view

RSP

…

DCG

We accept the love we think we deserve

Sometimes we must wrestle with ourselves

Sometimes we must wrestle with God

Sometimes it comes naturally

Sometimes we must poke and prod

In self-sabotage

We resign

Closing The doors of opportunity

We may otherwise possibly find

There Is drama in our relationships

There Is heartache and there is pain

With too much repetition

Resolution Is In vain

Learned helplessness

A very real thing

If beholden to this cycle

No happiness we can bring

You can build a wall around you

Numb your senses from the pain

Push away any future entanglements

You think maybe this will keep you sane

The breakthrough will come

When our most inner needs are met

There may be some risk

There may be some regret

The gift of forgiveness

We allow our soul to heal

Patience and courage are required

To allow ourselves to truly feel

We except the love

We think we deserve

Trust is king

I n the world we observe

The power of love and friendship

Those who care will easily see

The struggle that goes on inside you

From the person you secretly yearn to be

RSP

…

DCG