all this time
i was living with stab wounds to the soul,
trauma that disrupted
the very nature of my being -
tracts of emptiness
that gradually filled with poison,
numbing,
slowing,
killing.
but
the wounds changed one day,
became uneasy,
itchy,
throbbing.
it started with immense pain
a festering wound
finally debrided,
scraped clean,
left to bleed freely.
a raw chasm torn open,
but free of contamination.
a space finally open,
free of obstacles,
ready for regeneration.
then,
eventually,
natural healing,
tender scar tissue and bruising and memories,
but there was finally healing,
finally,
healing.