Wounded Healer

Before I learned to hold

a container, I wasn’t safe

to hear your troubles.

I wanted to heal,

seeing so clearly what

was needed, lacking,

so simple to give.

This was long before I saw

my projections, misguided

and disempowering even as I showed

up as a superhero, a wizard

giving potions nobody wanted

to resolve problems that only

I held.  Today I am thankful

for all that I don’t know,

I sense the possibilities bubbling

all around me, still

as a birdwatcher

with no expectations

only this sense of the miracle

of being

with you.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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