Debriding the Wound

He gently shifts the settled sands,
exposing things
that,
if left to rot,
would leach poison
into the well
of who I am
for years to come.

The pain and despair
blazes out in me
when I touch
those spots.

But already
the air
the Spirit
the gentle words of
others who have walked
in woundedness,
walked in wholeness.
All are
drying out
those weeping wounds

and
healing

little

by

little.