Your body marked by the pain of your past,
A constellation of scars down your left arm,
Like stars in the night sky
I kiss each one tenderly,
Willing my touch to heal your hurts
Wounds from long before I knew you,
Healed,
On the surface at least
You let me in,
Sharing some of what’s going on in your mind
The dichotomy between body and brain
A cruel trick played on yourself
My heart breaks when you talk of your envy of those who are ill
I can’t know these feelings, yours and not mine
But I can listen
Mermaid Poetry 