Healing
Finally! Home at last.
Let the healing begin.
The winds may still be blowing
But the sun shines from within.
Hustle and bustle on the back burner.
I am weak, tired and sore.
Each day greeted with some small activity
For which I never had time before.
I say I have a will of iron,
Just give me time and space;
And I shall fight the good fight
With a smile and an embrace.
My body will set the limits.
Don't tell me what I can or cannot do.
I shall listen attentively and comply,
But it is for me to say, not you.
I shall sleep at all hours,
Read until the lines are blurred.
I shall putter around doing little nothings
If that is what I prefer.
I will thank each star that I wish upon
As I look upwards into the night;
And inside me the voice of calm
Saying it's going to be all right.
Andrea Glauberman