Healer, you have been wounded. I can see your scars.
You are not young anymore. Your bones rattle.
Your heart skips beats. Whom do you think you can heal?

These old bones learned to shake with laughter.
My heart got wild, dancing its way through pain. I do not heal anyone –
it is the light that shines through my brokenness.

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