Cure

I limped across a foreign border

In shoes that belong to you

Too big for me to fill

I walked on determined and full of purpose

Down the road to the weeping tree by your house

Where a bird whispered your name in harmony with the wind

I cocked my ear and heard your heart beat inside the notes

The gate creaking in time to the sound of your suffering

It was then I saw you at the door

Wearing the rags of pain and agony

Your body ravaged but your soul a pristine chapel

Nearby I led you to the  pool of sentimental tears

Where I washed your wounds until the moon shone

And the stars evolved into the brightness of their being

Scattered cosmic beads strewn across a midnight sky

I inhaled your disease and cured it with my will

Before the sun had time to rise and steal your day

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

6 thoughts on “Cure”

    1. I suppose Dark Lord, there is within each decent human being, a desire to heal everyone who suffers, no matter the malady. Thank you for feeling the words. 🙂

  1. Val, such beautiful imagery. I feel like I’ve just taken a walk with you and glimpsed a sacred moment. Sometimes I do believe that if we only hope, and believe, we can cure all of our suffering.

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