Poem: Healing the Root Wounds

Healing the Root Wounds

Beneath the surface, deep and low,
Where ancient scars still gently glow,
There lies a pain, a silent trace,
A root that thrives in darkened space.

It winds and twists through time and air,
A hidden hurt, a whispered prayer.
The years have buried it in soil,
But still, it festers in the coil.

To heal these roots, I must descend,
And face the truths I can’t pretend—
For every wound, a seed was sown,
And in that ground, my heart has grown.

I dig the earth with trembling hands,
Uncover layers, make new plans.
The past may linger, but it won’t stay—
For healing takes the darkest clay.

With every root I pull from deep,
The soil begins to stir, to sweep.
And though the ache may pierce the air,
I nurture it with tender care.

For healing is a patient art,
It whispers softly to the heart.
The roots that once were bound in pain
Are now the place where peace can reign.

And from the earth, new life will bloom,
A garden grown in spite of gloom.
The wounds of old will fade and fade,
As roots give way to light and shade.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty