Armed to the Teeth

There is an old pain in my heart
And I want to wield it
My sword one thousand battles strong
But it must not be used to hurt
It must better serve those around me

The time has come to lay this bitterness to rest
And to shake the hand of my deepest fear
There is an old pain in my heart
And I want to help others with it

The depths of our trauma is the well from which we draw our compassion