Treasured Wounds

Miss Havisham is the quintessential bearer of a “treasured wound.” Her tattered wedding dress and rotting cake serve as lifelong badges of victimhood. Daily she reminds herself of the loss she cannot get beyond, and glorifies it to the world. ~ Cohen, Alan. A Course in Miracles Made Easy (p. 43). Hay House. Kindle Edition.

What’s your oldest resentment?
My first answer was Mrs. Gulley.
In the fourth grade she called me aside
and privately told me picking my nose
was not so bad but nice girls
did not eat boogers.
On further thought, I remembered
Mrs. Thompson unfairly punished me.
She had been out of the room
and some boy began scratching
the red tabletop of the white metal table.
Soon all the other kindergarteners
joined in. My memory is I was last
to join in on making the guiro-like sound.
I was certainly the last to stop,
because Mrs. Thompson was returning
and only I continued for her
to have me stand in the corner.
The earliest-incurred resentment
was Mother’s having a Raggedy Ann doll
entertain me in my crib.
But I know of that only from her recalling it
as well as the picture.
What treasured wounds do you have?
I’m forgiving Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Gully,
and Mother to heal my treasured wounds!