Healed

Sensory receptors inform me
Of pressure to my forehead.
I open my eyes to see an arm stretch forth
With a tiny little hand.
“Be healed in the name of the avatar,”
I hear as everything fades to black,
But I sleep with the power of a child,
And I dream the children’s dreams.

And though I itch and toss and turn
And sleep for god knows how long,
I wake with the flesh of an infant
And the light from the nursery of stars
Shining just beneath my eyelids,
And another, just under the skin of my heart,
Healed and ready to take on the world again—
This time filled with Love.

-jenn