Healing

Reach for it,
  to that inward place,
    crying put for the touch.
Something to be
  revealed within,
    darkness is not it's friend.
So reach for it,
  for the fringe of the
     garment, touch it know
The power it
   holds, to be exposed
     will not kill, in the end
It becomes
  the balm of life,
    and will be the bird which
Takes wing,
   in freedom because
     you discovered yourself.