I have a narcissistic wound
according to a book which reads me like I read it
& tells me about my scars
like it was there when they were cut into my skin
from the inside
toughened,
strengthened
constricted
which is why I didn’t know
I tried to tamp me down
dreamer, lover, achiever
was buried beneath the scars
I’ve found an ointment I rub it on my skin
I don’t know where it came from
I found it in a tin on my window sill
I left the window open last night
felt a breeze graze my face as I slept
traveling across unfamiliar lands
with old familiar guides
I awoke to find the gift waiting
‘use me’ it said
‘I will help to heal you’
I don’t know the names of the gods who bless me
that knowledge was twice taken from my spirit
but I feel them with me
know they bless me
as I love on them, they love on me
it’s comforting to be loved in such a way
this is the love to sustain me