Wait for aid

I am a warrior in rest and recuperation.

My patience will be tested,
as I wait for the remedy to come to me.

I must wait for aid.
I must wait for ailments.

I must not reach for them,
I have to know I’m unable.

Trying will only result in failure.

And my wounds certainly won’t be better off.

I must wait, because,
this time,
I can’t.

I can’t do it alone.
I can’t help myself.

Only a merciful presence
that takes over the heart
will open me up to surrender.

Only a soothing chant
that echoes your love
will be sweet enough to remember.