The wound that is slow to heal,
A once dormant microbe suddenly active,
My nail is out, they removed it with no anesthesia
As if I had a top secret, a criminal, a terrorist from afar.
Why does this wound not go away,
A screaming agony from inside,
Impeding mobility, speed, and balance,
Three months now and endless painkillers.
The antibiotics, the antiseptic and band aides
The plaster roles and the works of an artisan in wound dressing,
If a toe so small could afflict the whole body, mind and soul?
How terrible maybe a major disease.
This is a wound that came to teach a lesson,
A teacher in the dawn of a decade,
The lacerated skin, the oozing pus,
A discharge of repressed fears and failures.
A heart that needs to be cured,
A mind that needs to unlearn,
A soul relearning to hope,
But all in a wound, in a toe pleading for healing.
I dream of the day with no pills, gauze, or betadine,
Stilettoes and runners, the occasional foot massages,
The days my mind sketches on a blank slate,
And writes a new song of hope, a melody that restores.
Prepared to face the new decade,
A decade of eagles, the swiftness of a gazelle,
A decade where dreams come true,
And failures remain as guru’s bygone.
Let the wound heal soon.
To remind, reinstate and rebuild.
The stolen confidence, the guiltless expectation.
For the wind is right, and the eagles are here to fly!