5 days into treatment I wrote this. I thought it was about the people around me until 4 weeks into treatment. It shook my entire being when I realized it was about me.

Here I sit among the wounded.
wounds so clumsily closed
here I sit
wounds ready to be openly exposed
here I sit
hearing cries of pain, so full of guilt and shame
here I sit
smelling the scent of fear. fear of somehow being healed,somehow being whole
here I sit
touching the very spirit of this,hot to the touch,burning to be known
here I sit among the wounded
here I sit with this mirror,alone.