the healing journey: 1

knowing what's on the other side,

willingly I step into thorned bushes, tight trees

pushing through with the scrapes to prove

this journey is tough, can feel lost, blind,

but I do see light through branches,

feel progress behind stinging knees,

and at the end of the day when I come home,

I butter and bandage this body, loving her,

put a damp towel on belly, humming to her,

fed through breath, finally we rest