Wounded Healing

Harsh yet healing winds


Breaking through bindings

Of silent still hearts.

We step off edges, seeking

An abyss, a pattern, it

Haunts our night terrors

And slowly, ever so slowly

What is known leaves

That which is new

is relentless

Pounding at our carefully

locked doors


Fear fades as courage

arches and struts and

Heals the wounded warrior.

January 3, 2014 Crystal Lake Florida  Self Prompted
Photography by Fawn Rising