the old pain has left

the old pain
has left,

the old pain
tattooed
into my brain
has left.

there is none.

but joy and pain
go hand in hand.

i will have space
for new joy
and new pain.

i have hope for joy
and courage for pain.

there is space.
inside.

there are the sea,
the waves,
the wind.

there is wilderness,
waste land.
broom, lavender,
open soil

i need help
for my garden

where i want
to see the wild
horses run

and laugh,
yes,
i want to see
the horses laugh