Edges

What is this place I stand with souls familiar to me
like an old story I haven't heard in ages,
Retold in whispers and giggles and remembers

I know this place somehow,
old sensitivities and I've arrived
I'm here and now I can begin
I've been made ready

Strong arms made by pulling up again and again
now find their value in reaching out
and this heart that beats with intention
finds it purpose in seeking
to apply salve to places
that need healing

the knives that cut so deeply so sharply
and so often
are dulled by the iron will of my
rise
and recovery

Heaven one more time and I savor the sounds and smells of
it all
aware of the edges that want to fray
but remembering how the stories go
that fraying is well worn and used well
and time frays
when pulled through purpose often enough

and our hands age, but our souls become more eternal
i hear the wolves baying at the door, but its not a door i chose to open
and they go silent, but i am viligant
because i know they won't sleep forever

they are creatures of opportunity
so i fortify
and continue picking up, pulling out, and remembering

that i have made it back here to this promised land
to conquer it again
to find the sources of milk and honey
to annihilate the inhabitants, every one

i know this place. it feels like home.