Healer

I lay wounded
alone and hurting
sore, scared, and scarred
a prison cell or hospital bed
so cold, noisy, impersonal and cruel

when silence comes it brings cold peace
and sleep taunts from her cobwebbed corner
I ache and cry, alone again, alone
with regret and remorse's price
paidin pain

and there in the stillness
your voice drips down to me
honeyed balm to a wounded heart
saying all the right things
in all the right ways
and melting truth in
every golden
sweet word