Conversations rise and fall,

words exchanged,

sometimes loud,

sometimes whispered,

sometimes angry,

sometimes soft.

Static electricity dances in the air long after the voices have fallen silent,

emotions ride the electric waves of memory, 

stored in the cells,

ready to remind.

Pain followed by 

forgiveness (eventually)

works best,

letting go,

until memory hurts less.

Music and poetry and laughter down to the bones,

lead to joy,

silence and stretching and reaching up to the stars,

lead to peace,

remembering--

all roads lead to healing--

eventually.