Afloat

Like a tree’s crust, my body is cut deep, scarred.

I cover it, carefully, still filled with disgust, even if I am not to blame for what happened. It weighs so heavy, the ugliness that I see on the surface of my skin.

I feel ashamed. There has to be something I could have done, to prevent having this damaged skin, this tortured muscle, this fractured bone.

There has to be something I could have done.

All the sacred water of the world won’t help me rinse this misery, this fault, this painful misfortune.

But what else can I do?

So I jump into a pool,
into a well of healing
and the promise of well-being
keeps me afloat

I turn my eyes
away from the brilliant Sun,

and I start to restore hope