Thoughts I ponder

are there salves for wounds
the heart sustained through life
poultices to soothe the pain
years in the making, unhealed yet

are there healing dewdrops
from saps of magical plants
herbs to stop the gnawing pain
the recurring fever brought by memories

are there comfort from words
uttered by insincere lips
eyes sparkling with amusement
even as voices drum their sympathy

are there anything more
than mere silence
holding back the tears
smiling through the dusts...

I wonder.