After healing
When the skin is so new
So pink
When the soft breath of every air current
kisses it, wakes it up
You may be cautioned
not to touch the spot too much —
Fresh blood not far below the surface
After healing
When sobs have ceased
And breathing is now smooth
When eyes have cleared
And hope and peace and shifted paradigm
have stilled the turbulence
You may be cautioned to be quiet
Not to think about the story now
And yet the urge to stand up in surprise
To run, to leap, to stretch out that old limb
which for so long had seemed unmovable
May overcome all prudence
And the joy of feeling
reintegrated
fully woven into the essential fabric
of life
with every movement seamless, rippling
effortless
Will send you soaring
in the all-embracing wave of oneness
And it won’t matter
how new the skin
how recently the tears have ceased
Because the fresh source of your strength
pours in endlessly
and it’s enough
to replace all memory of the ill.
© Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2012