Started with a memory
healing a broken bird's wing.
That's what made it all begin
or so my mother says.
Years after, I've fixed limbs,
healed wounds,
and cured sicknesses.
I've healed birds, dogs,
cats, reptiles.
I've healed them all
or so my mother says.
But, Mom,
how could I have healed them all
if I couldn't heal
you?
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The Great Wall
PoetryA broken boy behind an unbroken wall. A healer who couldn't heal them all. All that stood between them was a Great Wall. All Rights Reserved ©
