Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.
What happened casually remains -
And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne.
The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it
The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.
I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.