Metastasized

I lay there on the cool, clean surface

As her hands worked hard on my body

Kneading into my deep tissue,

I did not expect her to find my scars.

Goading them out of my skin

She held them ever so gently.

Long forgotten aches and pains

Emerged from memories afar.

The traumas had metastasized into my cells,

And I felt each one as her fingers pressed down.

Deeper and deeper, she caressed firmly,

As the tears rolled down my face.

I took in a sharp breath and released my agony

Allowing myself to soften to her touch.

The smells of oils melted my skins,

The serene music took me to a better place.

I found myself praying for my wounds to heal,

As she rubbed down into the small of my back,

Bringing me face to face with my hurts,

And with the possibility of not carrying them around.

I felt safe and I felt cocooned,

So I lay there in a deep trance.

Picking up pieces to myself,

Bringing them home, for at last, they were found.