Faith Healer (I have no faith)

Skin defines the boundary.
Perception and perception rent and
when i am an old lady bent,
over and walking ,
(the weight of a platinum watch a burden now)
having waited years for sensation
will I discover you lied?

Purveyor of counterfeit parcelled prophecy,
carrier of shamanic dreams of hope.
Relying on the ancient scourge of medicine
and futile discourse
whilst I can only cling to rope.

When will I unveil the world you warned of ?
Expose the wondrous tales , and fall content,
and morphing into new horizons,
find the worthy life?

the shaman sent
woven with longevity and progeny,
the spirit-gifts you said could heal.

But are those offerings illusions in the vale
of tears ?

I cannot wait through years of
empty ache,
I cannot wait.