I remember the sound of peace crackling in my voice
as we listened to the raw trauma turn
from the tide of defiance crashing through the calm
to the settled sense of acceptance.
I soothed as I reaped the prescribed herbs,
the treatment that planted possibilities into my mind.
I grew from the desperate, the despair, to the fabulous becoming of myself.
Where I shared the daring edges of my life with symptoms,
reached out from the unprotected view to reality shown to others.
The depression that darkened days,
voices that cried out, that disturbed my insides,
heartaches of such delusions,
twisted anxiety of falling, failing again,
and trepidation of being shunned.
But the colored bouquets of creation
birthed beautiful moments
that filled my arms with the bounty
of life understanding- me!
The compassion I savored
touched my thirsty lips and I drank in the goodness
from others that I once had feared to find.