Poem for the Spring Muse : Tend to your patch

The Healing Time by Pesha Gertler

Finally on my way to yes

I bump into

all the places

where I said no

to my life

all the unintended wounds

the red and purple scars

those hieroglyphs 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