Time To Heal Poem by ann rta

Looking on into the world,
withdrawn from its enticements.
Stand outside in another place,
silent, meditating.
Sick and tired, worn and weepy,
drowning at lowest ebb,
retreat into a lonely lair
to lick and tend your wounds.
No talking, sympathetic words,
no controlling, kind, advice,
just peace with you, your inner soul
to seek a new beginning.
Slowly feel the power returning,
the lassitude receding.
Life stirring, ready to go back
through the shifting sands.
But, stay a while, take time to heal
and then descend from calm.
Soar forth from fires of past hurts,
like the mighty Phoenix,
letting flames scorch and burn,
turning cold pains to ashes.