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Karen Mawyer's avatar

Wounds

When my pulse begins to rise

And my breath begins to vibrate

And the tenor of my speech gets hot

Making me feel wound up tighter than a top

I marvel at Grace as it once again steps in

And with a fingertip gently unwinds my hurting heart.

Katie Spring's avatar

wound

come in close, listen

even in the deepest hurt

stardust hums in your bones

this wound is not

the end, you have imagined

yourself into being

countless times before

this wound is a portal :

imaginal

cells waking

transformation is

never easy, even

when you want it.

before this ache there was

a spark. bring it all

with you: the despair

the howling joy

weave a cord

of stardust and soil

feel the hum and roots

imagine, imagine

what love may grow

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