There's a dizziness in me,
needing stilling
& a certain silence is necessary.
At times looking away
as the needle goes in,
or the bandaid's ripped off
can make the process easier.
I am distracting myself, honestly.
But I trust healing is taking place.
A watched pot never boils...
Or a million other excuses.
Just let me heart take a bitty nap.
When it wakes,
It will know your arms
and hands and soul, again
I'm sure.
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