Not wounded for me
But using your healing to heal my wounds
Why do you offer your pain as a balm to soothe others?
You could focus on your own depths that you know well
Instead of seeking to understand the hearts of others
Why so unselfish?
Who are you?
I come to offer my pain as a balm
I come to show you healing exists.
Here are my scars. They are proof of healed pain.
We can heal your pain
And we can do it together,
– Lana Philips
© 2015, poem, Lana Phillips, All rights reserved