The soul knows
how to mend itself
tracing warmth beneath the ribs
along the spine
over the heart
The mind quivers
restless
but when it softens
when it quiets
the whispers settle
curling through the chest
sliding into the bones
flooding the blood
Healing comes
not asked for
not forced
but felt
alive
insistent
whole








Beautifully penned, CG. Amazing write as always my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Grateful for you, my friend. Thank you for reading with such heart.
Wow…this one leaves me speechless
Thank you, Willow. I’m glad it found its way to you.