I found this poem last week and I loved the nuances of the words bound together! Hope you can take a moment to enjoy it.
Finally on my way to yes
I bump into
all the places
where I said no
to my life
all the untended wounds
the red and purple scars
those hieroglyphs of pain
carved into my skin,
my bones,
those coded messages
that send me down
the wrong street
again and again
where I find them
the old wounds
the old misdirections
and I lift them
one by one
close to my heart
and I say holy
holy
By Pesha Joyce Gertler
Pesha Joyce Gertler has been bringing poetry to the people of Seattle for over 20 years. Her work
focuses on the relationship between craft and content in her Creative Writing classes. Her poetry has appeared in many journals and anthologies and she has received numerous awards.