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Feb 20, 2017
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Healed (A Poem) -Tsehemba Terdoo Deborah

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I knew I was completely healed
When the sight of her bow-legs didn’t invoke
To my mind like a busy witch doctor
Who summons spirits in a stainless calabash.
Like the woman with the issue of blood,
I knew I was made whole when the smile
The exposed the gap in his teeth
Failed to dredge up memories of a long lost face
In a sea of forgotten faces
An impairment of speech
Melted wobbly knees knocked together.
I knew I was free
For the first time
I failed to realize the reason to allow a dead memory
Render me cold and emotionless
Not to see this gorgeous awesomeness wrapped
This wonderful package – Me
Dead, to me you are.
Finally exorcised
No longer to occupy my left shoulder whispering
Lies dressed as truth.
I forgive myself
For all the time it took
Figure it out.
Something special like ME
Brought the healing and

Author’s Bio – Tsehemba Terdoo Deborah is a Nigerian writer and poet who doubles as a kindergarten teacher besotted with children. She lives in Makurdi, Nigeria.
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