Protection And Healing

weary.

tired.

given up.

this meticulous and breakneck work of protecting myself has left me run down.

bitterness, anger, melancholy,

these have been my wrappings for too long,

bandages meant to cover open wounds, now feeding festering sores.

now shrouding the light.

and this light,

gently pulsing, slowly pressurizing,

was never meant for storing.

this light was meant for shining,

wildly.

it was meant for healing.

it was meant for restoration,

and my body aches to release it.

it’s time to remove the dressings,

and let these wounds speak,

let them breathe,

and for goodness’ sake, let them pass.

it’s time to allow my body to do what she does best,

and begin her miraculous work of healing herself.