Healer

Who is it that knocks upon my heart,

who sees the broken cracks and

doesn’t turn away?

I look this way and that for someone

to fix, to repair, to make me whole,

but each time I do

I am left with less of me, not more.

So I turn to the wild things

that grow in freedom with

no shame to bloom or guilt to rejoice.

I find myself reflected back,

imperfect yet held, and I am filled

with hope, that I too can heal -

right here, right now

simply by loving every

broken part.

(Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash)