the magic wand

I wish I could wave that magic
wand

and heal.

both body and soul,

the heart, the restless mind.
the brokenness
that resides

in all.

I wish I could change who I am
at times.

the struggle to be good
and right
is hard.

there are hits and strikes.

there are days when you don't want
to get out
of bed.

or think about the past.
dragging
the cart behind you like a workhorse
on
cobblestones.

with the magic wand, so much could
be erased,

so much time wasted could
be retrieved
and spent more wisely.

less pain, less grief.

ah, the magic wand. where is it?