Looking at the outline
Seeing the light that shines
Colours begin to appear
As form disappears
Sensing the glow
Going with the flow
Feeling the energy
Molding the synergy
The chemicals that emit
Absolve the pain I'm in
The knots are untied from each other
And woven back together
Healing is in the hands
That's which i now understand
I wrote the above poem after I broke my two hands running for the bus.
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