To Heal a Wound

Sometimes the best healing requires pain

The moral of the story, what is it?

Where do I start?

Recalling the time it took learning to crawl

Then to walk

Then to run

Then to fly

Cruising, feeling, just being

Peaks of joy and bliss.

 

Along the way a wind, a tornado, a storm hit my path

The yells and screams of our ancestors

My wings became twisted

Falling, crashing, torn, shattered

Feeling the piercing ice of fear and pain

For a while left vulnerable.

 

My breath is lost

Swimming within a palette of emotions

And in desperation, driven into a dark cave

Days become weeks

Weeks become months

Months become years.

 

 

A spell cast over me

A stranger to myself I have become

Limited in all movements, as infection takes root

Spreading like cancer

A ghost, a shadow of a former self.

 

How to heal this wound?

 My heart aches with desire to know

A warm flame at times speaks from within

In the space of silence

A distant memory

There is no gain without the acceptance of pain

A child I hear crying in agony and despair

For it knows all too well..

 

To heal..

The same now infested wound must be cracked open

A spark of desire and intention say:  SO BE IT!

Ice cold fear becomes triggered

 Resurfacing to create distance, to get angry, to get away

As I look into the murky mirror of the past.

 

A warm flame transforms into a raging fire

The rage of a mother giving birth

A lost child wanting to be reborn

The desperate need to heal this wound

To face it, to feel it, to embrace it

Only to ignite the flame of pain again to scream at.

 

A little courage in the moment says all is well

Old scars become a treasure map,

To that which has been lost and forgotten

The collateral damage is clearly seen.

 

The same tears of agony begin to wash and clean this wound

A few drops, to a river, to a waterfall

Collecting it all

While holding and embracing

As the roots are ripped and pulled away

 Clearing the weeds infection,

To come back to original perfection

To release!

That which is a part of me, but only an illusion

A tiny whisper of a breath, still struggling to be.

 

The fire within manifests new wings

The wings of a phoenix

Rising from the ashes

With life renewed to be lived once again.

 

Acceptance and release… become the key to rebirth

A powerful medicine now dresses this wound

From the fountain of life itself

Organic love medicine that holds no record

I have become one with the stars once again

Boundless to fly with new life!

 

 

Sometimes it can take the worst pain

To bring about the best change

For love comes for those with the courage

 to endure the cracking of their shells

Their calcified layers.

 

The release of our attachments

So we can release the primordial light that is life

To the realization that all is well, and one with all

Light that has always been within, as so without, and shall always be

Ready to fly with no bounds, in the rivers of time.