Wounds

a wound
bleeds,
smarts,
throbs,
stings the insides -
a nagging reminder
to look within;
left uncared for,
it festers,
paralyzing
the free spirit
dancing within;
raw, exposed,
not bandaged with fear,
but left open with love,
it heals in its time,
the faint scar -
now a reminder
that we
once looked
within.