Healing Arts

He knocked on my door and strode in, least expected.

Then again, on second thought. Perhaps I had invited him, wondering if he would come.

And if he did, how would he appear, his form and his manner – and what would his garb look like.

Would he sneak in, crawling through the cracks or would he enter gracefully, filling the room with his presence like an unfamiliar scent.

I recognized him immediately. He nodded and entered and seated himself before me, filling the space with his presence.

Like a gnawing in my abdomen.  The feeling like crows pecking at a loaf of bread, with their beaks shredding and pulling, dissecting, piece by piece.

Hello, come in, I am glad you came. The lessons you grace me with are indeed as invaluable as they are difficult to swallow.

Thank you for staying while I chew them over, I know I have made mistakes, for I am human, learning as I go along.

Regret - photo by Haider Mirza