❤️💃🩵Triolet🩵💃❤️114 –  Healing The Pain – A Series of Triolets

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🌑 I. The Descent
The silence holds what must be lost  
as the raven circles low and wide.  
The body must pay its ancient cost—  
The silence holds what must be lost.  
Chronic pain cuts like a keen frost,
the crone waits for what grief must hide.  
The silence holds what must be lost  
as the raven circles low and wide.

🔥 II. The Stirring
By bone and breath, the brew is stirred  
as raven wheels through dusk and flame.  
The ether will heed each spoken word—  
By bone and breath, the brew is stirred.  
The fire stirs and flares - its hiss is heard, 
the cauldron sings its strength to gain.
By bone and breath, the brew is stirred  
as the raven glides through dusk and flame.

🌕 III. The Flight
The  raven's wing is ink, the sky his scroll  
where healing writes its hidden name.  
The raven flies from wound to whole—  
The raven's  wing is ink, the sky his scroll.  
Each wail adds to the inscribed whole.
Each breath a rite, each scar a flame.  
The  raven's wing is ink, the sky his scroll  
where healing writes its hidden name.

🌸 IV. The Return
She walks the light with shadow’s grace  
and leaves no mark upon the sandy shore.  
The crone sighs —  no smile upon her face.
She walks the light with shadow’s grace.  
The raven rests in his sacred space,  
the brew is poured, the pain is no more.  
She walks the light with shadow’s grace  
and leaves no mark upon the sandy shore.

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