Thanks for sharing

Thanks for sharing
your intimate secrets
guilty despair
“How can  anything matter?
I am too damaged, dark,
no fun to be with.”
It is not a birthday without
cake and good wishes.
No cure can take hold without
a get well card,
gift of courage
from caring others.
I have no rhyme, no rhythm,
no choir to calm me
into soft healing eiderdown.
Toxic potions,
shocking wires,
disconnection from
harried continuity
cannot weave wholeness.
Kind touch, open
reveling in shared humanity
etches a loving pattern
for integration,
incentive to dare creative leap.
Re-merged, charged with fuel for 
healthy fulfillment.
Multi-hued singing fountains
rejoice in new found dancing.

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