I’d been knocked off my axis
The collective illness ( I dare not say it’s name)
Has an evil streak
And I’d gotten caught in it’s net
“Separated from my joy”
As noted by Charlene, my energy massage person
As she held points, like at my elbow
Realigning what was missing
And in holding my hand
She felt the physic travail of where I’d been,
And she didn’t let go.
The miracle of the witness,
Just to have someone else truly know
Makes it possible to come back.