Writing & Reflections · Poem
A poem by Persha Gertler about meeting old wounds along the path with care rather than urgency.
The old wounds, lifted one by one, and called holy.
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
— Persha Gertler
What old wound is asking to be met with care rather than urgency?
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