The Hero's Wound [5 min free write]

I’m pierced — pierced all over

I’m trapped, pinned

Not yet wounded

Still impaled and in excess

The pulsing of my interior is

now evident to me

through its white hot

urging to get out

to take up space

 

You never know what will happen, you

never can tell where reality will

turnover into myth and when you’ll

gain a perspective, 

a vision

from the pantheon of archetypes 

of types, of forms

images that stick

 

Imagine

your wounds on the page

on the page

open

making a mess

clearly you’ve never imagined

your mess

your true & real

self-constellation