What would it take to heal the wound in you,
Restoring health to what was never well?
You can’t imagine what you’d need to do;
It isn’t something any tongue could tell.
It seems as if you’re stuck in second gear;
Your progress through this life appears that slow.
You can’t be having anybody near;
When crowds convene, you’re always first to go.
You’ve tried to tell yourself that it’s all right;
It’s quite OK for you to be this way.
It’s not as if you’re cut off from the light
Which shines on every person every day.
And yet you know that’s not the highest truth,
Which you’ve been seeking since your abject youth.
Photo by Raphael Renter | @raphi_rawr on Unsplash
Healing?
