Precious wounded past,
There is no way to leave you behind any more than a river
can leave it’s bed, because where the water goes, there go its banks.
And why would I leave you
before accepting the gift you offer at the cost of a terrible pain?
Patient, you wait, sometimes for years
before I recognize what you’ve offered but always, when I have received your gift I see that my existence
has expanded, inwardly so that the bed upon which my life flows is deeper
and goes to places that were not there before I exhaled,
grateful for the awareness you’ve brought me.
Always, the gifts you bear restore my faith tenfold
and I can barely contain my joy as I try to hold the roving water.