The Healing Time

                                                Finally on my way to yes 
                                                I bump into 
                                                all the places 
                                                where I said no 
                                                to my life 
                                                all the untended wounds 
                                                the red and purple scars 
                                                those hieroglyphs of pain 
                                                carved into my skin, my bones, 
                                                those coded messages 
                                                that send me down 
                                                the wrong street 
                                                again and again 
                                                where I find them 
                                                the old wounds 
                                                the old misdirections 
                                                and I lift them 
                                                one by one 
                                                close to my heart 
                                                and I say    holy 
                                                          holy.