I’d been searching

always for something

could heal me

hoping to find

the cure for this itch

might give me

a little peace

of mind

& she came in

foxed me with her beauty

promising everything

had that smile

of riches to come

like she knew my hunger

could get that job

over & done

& instead took

whatever she could

leaving me behind

thinking at least

I’d had my healing

until just maybe

the next time

a sweet smile

on a pretty face

could get that hook

swung on a line

coming out of a wound

I wanted

needed love around me

was searching for that elusive gift

most of everyday

& I’m sorry if I hurt you

chasing down that scent

as now I understand

drama & trauma are what happens

from operating

coming out of a wound

& I spent the labour

worked out in hours

began the healing of me

refused to deal in drama

treating with trauma

got myself free

but now I notice

its only me standing here

hand open to the heavens

accepting any responsibility


Sat on the beach watching ships pass by

and I’m telling you

how many times I did this before

different places



like Gatsby

looking for his green light

my healing in times of need

looking out across the water

distant places

ships and lights

once I thought

I’d be there forever


not taking part

and here I am

involved again

we’ve been through so much

this now

could be

our healing has begun