Femur Sighs
Femur sighs, given a break and transformed by love.
— by poet (inspired by Ira Byock)
What’s worse than an illness, an accident?
Imagine with me
helpless in the abyss…
Open to the curse of curs.
No warm or cold compress
No caress
No handkerchief
No matter how hard you have it,
if surrounded by compassion,
you’re not as broken.
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