Living With CFIDS
The Healing Group (a poem)

Anonymous

Eyes peering at me through expert lenses
Seeing only the data
Scanning, assessing, diagnosing, announcing
You are not in The Healing Group

Stuck in "Phase 1"
Sliding into "Phase 2"
Destined for "Group 3"
The Cripples
Forever cornered by their narrow boundaries
Confined
You will not be in The Healing Group

Freed in the sun
The day awaits me
Long footsteps to the sandy beach
They call it Cape Fear
But I am fearless

I hear the rolling thunder
Of the ocean’s blue velvet waves
Calling to me over the last sandy dune
Finally arriving at
The edge of peacefulness

Letting the cool water
Pour through the soles of my feet
Carried by my cells
To the place where poison words lie

Washing them away
The tide recedes
Taking all toxic proclamations
To the bottom of the ocean

Toes dancing on crunchy shells
Arms spread open to the blue heavens above
My shadow soars with the seagulls
Crying in joy
The release of sorrows, of narrow spaces
Of no’s, and won’ts, and shouldn’ts, and couldn’ts
Crippling words
That were not meant for me
Those expert eyes
Did not see my soul
My Heart, my Faith, my Hope
My Fire
My Burning Desire
To Heal

He did not know
That God loves me
That Spirit flows through me
That I AM HEALING
That I BELONG
In THE HEALING GROUP