Worth your salt.

Salt for the wounds is what you need,
It’ll sting at first, but stop the bleed
You’ll toss and turn, you’ll pull away
But trust, sweet love, that salt must stay

To heal the cut which once was deep
To lay you down to peaceful sleep
To remedy those years of ache
To fill the cracks those years did make

Salt for the heart and for the mind
Pry open eyes which once were blind
Salt for the bones and for the marrow
Pierce ancient hurt as skillful arrow

Yes, salt for the wounds is what you need
It’ll sting at first, but stop the bleed
So when it does, don’t pull away;
for salt preserves what could decay.