A Slow, But Necessary, Recovery Poem by DM W

I was reticent at first to come
To the renowned house of healing.
I was weary from hunger & habit.
Yet here I was warmly received.

Slowly I retreated from the poetry
And the prose & the radical politics:
My joy & my cross; my passion & my dread

Slowly I recovered from the fever;
As I oscillated wildly,
Between boredom & joy.

Gradually I received blessings
From those whom this cruel world
Seems to scorn & marginalise.

Gradually I became aware
Of a deeper consciousness
That moves between myself and others;
From which jewelled wisdom gently unfolds.