Prose – The Healer’s Heart


– The Healer’s Heart –

I am confined within the duress
of making myself into the object
of so many differing desires,
living the days not for my own pleasure,
but for the whim and the will of others.
I am left feeling crushed between
too many conflicting personalities,
too many chaotic energies.

In the pursuit of happiness,
it is the heart of the healer
that so often comes
to the most harm.
We carry a tendency
towards that inner conflict,
yet we covet a sense of stability,
a contradiction of emotion
that mirrors our tenacity,
with a meaning and a purpose
in the act of our loving
taking on an even stronger form.