Most days here I can feel my heart unwinding
Loosing itself from the tight coils
Of stress, and hate, and fear.
Most days here I breathe deeply, cubic yards of oxygen,
And unaccustomed lungs don't quite understand
that the struggle for air is over,
The coast is close, the rip tides that threatened
Are no longer immediate.
Is this healing? Is this health?
I wonder if the scars will fade.