Still on the way

Still on the way 

The human heart is vast,
sensitive and temperamental,
easily offended and hurt,
easier still to withdraw
as if one were a hermit crab,
enclosed and safe in ones shell,
easier by far than living,
being open and willing.

Wounds create scabs,
needed for healing,
but when they become permanent,
deeper healing is not possible,
for the clean air of reality,
of people and the need for love
is not let in.

I have my wounds,
a lifetime of healing,
though still on the way,
perhaps the full healing
an impossibility.

Possibly that that is ok,
for it is in seeking to become open,
in spite of inner struggles
that real growth
towards full humanity
is achieved.