Echolocation

Echolocation     7/7/2016

The inner wounds

Last the longest

Sometimes remaining dormant

For days, weeks, or years.

Flaring up

At the most

Inopportune moments

By the most mundane

Of cues. 

We survive

But carry it inside

Like a disease

That we can only spread.

Infecting others

By geographic proximity

Collateral damage

Mushrooming outwards.

We die a little each day

But somehow

We keep going

Either for good

Or for bad. 

And that is the key

And that is the antidote

The serum to crave

And drink.

We are the cure

In that we can turn it over

Turning the tables

Upside down. 

The flip side is the solution

That even hardship

Can lead to good

If we just turn it over

And see it all

The other way around.

Compressing the wounds

To stanch the bleeding

Spreading instead

The good within. 

Reversing the ripple

On over itself

And encouraging others

To do the same. 

Standing for something

Much greater than ourselves

Instead of falling victim

To the same old lies.