The path of the wounded healer

                                                                         Fallen Roots

                                                          Catch her, she's falling!

Face in stitches.

Nose broken.

She awoke in pain.

Re-stitched by experience.

Fed by the hand.

She finally stood on legs.

Only through empirical rationalization

The legs grew roots.

Secular sun

Separate yet similar 

Blooming secular

Burst of sun

Calm the glum

Roots deep

Rise above the seed

Of loneliness 

 

Healing hands

Healing hands

Sculpt the torment.

A phosphorescent

Balm,

After harrowing

Chaos.

                                                                        by Vaishnavi Pernenkil