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World seen through wounded eyes
bruised shades of purple and black taint sight
timid feet afraid of open space
fear fits like a leather moccasin
malleable, familiar
want to remain on dysfunctional path

Heart cries tearless sadness for lost potential
pumps staccato beat of marching band refrain
encourages determination, change

Quiet reflection soothes and calms
eyes adjust focus
wounds heal
vision is renewed

One thought on “Healing

  1. Meghan says:

    Very good poem, Mary. Love the line “Fear fits like a leather moccasin….” And the next image of “staccato beat” fits nicely as a counter to the moccasin. The sense of feet wanting to beat down a new path is here but you’ve put it in a fresh, new way. 🙂

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