No healing to be done
by only sitting alone.
The body not strong enough
to do this on its own.

You my friend are part of me,
and I belong to you.
Your love and good wishes,
an immune system I cannot do.

Looking into your kind eyes
and hearing your caring voice,
feeds deep into my being
that so that each molecule
may repair and rejoice.

But for this to happen,
only vulnerability can let love in.
Take a risk in asking for help,
not my own battle to win.

For we are all eachothers healing,
responding to the pain.
All playing their role,
that the fallen may rise
and rejoin this great dance again.

(Poem taken from Brushstrokes – Thoughts and poems on having had a small stroke at 34 yrs old)