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Today . . .

I will remember you

I will open my journal

I will write about you

I will get distracted

I will write about something else

I will get bored

I will go back to writing about you

I will cry

I will get angry

I will rip the pages from my book and throw them away

I will call you

I will let the phone ring

I will say nothing when you answer

I will hang up

I will take a walk in the rain

I will think of you

I will go back to my journal

I will write about you

I will save it this time

Healer

It hasn't stopped yet

this bleeding from my weakened soul

with no feminine products in sight

no one offers a bath

they would rather watch  me drown

as I drag myself to touch the hem of His garment

I am invisible to the rest of the world

who turns a blind eye to me

reaching out to the shadow of the Almighty

who knows my name

and never forgets every detail of my life

even though the dust has covered the road

that I have walked many times over

trying to find relief

and He says:

“Go and be made whole”.