pulling through my spine
are memories held in place
i revisit a little each day
to allow scars to flow out
around the ever-moving Whole
never to be done or gone but
loosed — learned not to control
or fix a desired outcome nor
make right what may be wrong
rather allowing all that was
   how it lives within
to be what it is now; to show
the ever-changing me how i am
   and how i may yet be