You stumble up through the regret
of what you thought, of what you said,
not helped at all by reasons
you were maybe right in what you did

The pain seeps through,
and not just from this one,
but many instances, from near to distant past,
where you had this same wound,
where you are porous

And you need some sweet submergence
where every hole is filled
with some kind of healing substance
so you feel re-strengthened, solid

And can stand, feel your integrity contiguous
to toes, to core,
so you feel sure
that what you see and say and do is sound,
and can soar while still connected to your ground.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 27, 2020