This poem is based on the archetype of the Wounded Healer.
I have opened so many doors
For others to walk through;
I have loved so often and well;
I have forgiven so many times
That the leafy shreds I use
To bind my wounds are worn as well and
Sigh for my deliverance.
Love, deliver me so that
I may be enveloped in your comfort;
Hold me in your lap.
This time, open the door for me;
Welcome me to surrender.
Welcome me to the care
Of a loving trust, for I cry,
Kneeling, bruised, weeping from
Wounds that seep so slowly
My breath is but a sutured sob.
And know, Love, that I cannot do
Again what I know I must.
© 2007 Anne
And I didn't. I pulled the arrow out and my wound is healing. Adios to that archetype.