The Wounded Healer

I peeled the blisters

From my skin

The pus and poison too

I wrapped it in

Papyrus

I turned the red to blue

I folded out the parchment

And read the letters aloud

I told my lessons to children

As a vaccine for the crowd.

It’s a way to find redemption

It’s a way to come around

Teach the next generation

About suffering and how

To ease it and be gentle

To yourself and those around

Each drop of kindness

Is precious and can

Turn a world around

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