There’s someone in my life who’s hurting.
Maybe it’s you. I can offer you my heart, but first you must open your gates, and choose to trust in the face of where it is you hurt.
Or maybe it was me, at a time where you showed up and I had difficulty letting you in.
Outside our rusted gates, a healer waits
An opening is all that it would take.
Opening a little, at first. Trusting a little, then a little more.
Until it’s all.
This is surrender. The gates open, swinging wide, and we are once again free.
This is life.
A Healer Waits
I stand outside your walls
Locked beyond rusted gates
An opening is all that it would take
But I can wait
A courier carrying something sacred
A missing piece made especially for you
A salve that feels complete
To soothe and ease the wound
That split you into two
Separating you from you
I can see where you’re missing peace
I stand outside the space
Looking in
Through metal bars
Barbed wire
And stone
I can see you there
I can see that you’re all alone
Looking out
Through metal bars
Can you see me there?
Can you feel my warmth?
Can you break past the stone?
It’s cold in there
I know
I’m standing here
Offering a way back home
Outside your rusted gates
A healer waits
An opening is all that it would take
This has been a Living Transmission Poetry Beat. Thank you for joining me!
Benjamin
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