The Healing Time
Finally on my way to yes I bump into all the places where I said no
To my life. All the untended wounds, the red and purple scars,
Those hierglyphs of pain carved into my skin, my bones
Those coded messages that send me down the wrong street again
And again, where I find them, the old wounds, the old misdirections
And I lift them one by one close to my heart
And I say holy, holy.
Pesha Gertler