
If the process of healing is like an onion
One layer of tears at a time
One more step towards the core
Then wounds are like eyes
They hurt when stung
They are the raw, vulnerable awakening
Of pain needing more work
Raw exposed and seen
Wound of black hurt
The pupil, the dark eye in the middle
A wound of pain surrounded by levels of anger, grief, torment, fear and betrayal
Like an eye
Today has been a wound day, completely unexpectedly
A trigger went deep
Rawness to the surface
Yet it helped me to see
To look at the pain again
And see, that I am not the pain
That i am powerful
That I am safe
That I am loved
And I am not in that place
Somehow for me, wounds help me to see
Help me to feel, a reminder to continue to be the new me
Wounds help me to see
See me for me now
See what I need
Wounds like eyes.
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