(Read to Michele McLaughlin’s “The Druid’s Prayer”)
They hurt. Wounds that are open cannot easily heal. They remain open to the infections of this world. Recovery, are we capable of it? They hurt, they ooze out what is left of our souls. There is no redemption for the stupid, for the lonely, for the deep inside.
Open wounds that do not heal. You have gotten used to the idea and some of the pain. Pain is pain, how can we ever get completely used to that? If it hurts, well…it hurts. Yet, you are wondering when will these wounds heal. Close off. You have tried all sorts of methods. Stitches, gauze, bandages, they stay there. Open for all to see.
Open for all to see. The open wounds that do not heal. It has been so long, you wear shame on your face. You try to hide your face and your eyes from the world. But you just can’t remember that the world is not a forgiving place. The world enjoys seeing you injured. The world enjoyed see you fall on your face in the battlefield. It cheered to your mistakes, it laughed until it cried.
You fell. You hurt. You injured yourself so badly that the wounds will not heal. You look at the sky and you pray. First, you pray with your heart. Second, you pray with your brain. Third, you pray in your pain.
But the wounds. They do not heal.