The Power of Experience

Healing the Soul With Experience?

The Transformative Power of Words

I am not a healer for the soul I am the one left to diagnose and fix every last bit, to seal up every hole to treat every symptom and incurable disease to set them on a path all their own. I do not cure. I manage the unruly, I attempt to regulate the outcasts, I keep watch over the broken, And I take care of those who can’t be saved. I am not a healer for the soul. Why would they trust a surgeon?

They have been burned by medicine men before, Abandoned in the name of fear and superstition, So they ask instead for a priest or shaman to cure their ailments. A healer with a knife in hand and a stethoscope on his back is hardly better. Perhaps they would rather have someone who takes his medicine, Someone who believes in the old ways and laughs of the fashions of modernity. They can’t see my hands are empty of suture, my fingers sweep clean, my arms clear from the touch of razor blades and gauze soaked in blood. Laughing I bend down to tie their shoes, I am nobody’s healer. I am a poet.

My poetry is a sacred practice. Not a concoction, not a remedy, but a prayer. A means of petition and a road to peace. A means of reconciling past and future, of turning away from pain and toward hope. I am nobody’s healer. I am just the one left to clean up the mess as everyone else goes off to have fun. No, I am not the healer for the soul

In reading this excerpt, one may be left with a sense of ambiguity about the role of the author. But I invite you to delve deeper into the world of “The Power of Experience” on my Substack page. There, you will find an exploration of the complexity of healing, of the ways in which we can use poetry and personal experience to navigate the challenges of life.

Join me on this journey of self-discovery, of introspection and growth, as we delve into the power of the written word to heal and transform our lives. Let us embrace the unknown together and see where our journey takes us.