Wounded

They say time heals the soul
An open wound needs some care: 
I write it down
I pray aloud 
I sit at the piano 
And sing it loud 
I run in the lanes
I shout to the wind
I swim in the sea 
And call to the clouds
As I cut through the waves
Salt sticks to my hair
As I swim out into the river
The ice cold wraps my core
The feeling’s intense
At one with the elements
Stress lifts
Above the canopy of green
The spirit is free.
The wound can be healed.