Fragile [Poem]

My bruises are healing, the skin is painful to touch,

The sprain is still sore

I know the pain is deep and lasting,

I drag myself out of bed

the first sound I make is A. Tam.

Om Tare Tu Tare Ture Swaha

I see no hope yet,

I feel the fear of my suffering is lingering in the air,

I breathe the aroma of the flowers

blooming in the garden,

and I know to trust my friends.