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Healing

Healing

Meeting myself was more than a dream,
I cried out for help but was never seen
As I reflect I see photos and smiles, 
But in reality I wasn’t happy- it was off by miles 
I thought I knew love and all it could be,
When in actual fact I needed to love me 
The road was rocky and full of tears, 
I hadn’t been myself or happy for years
The darkness came knocking- with every door a jar,
The journey to travel was going to be far
There were times when I cried and wanted to quit,
But in my pain and discomfort, I would sit
For growth comes in difficult times,
I would search and seek and look for signs 
The answers I needed, lie deep inside,
I was fearful of life and would run and hide 
Overcoming fear was a lesson to learn,
People to loose and bridges to burn 
Now I know when they say you outgrow,
The people you loved and thought you know 
Taking the key and unlocking the cage,
Dealing with sadness can turn into rage
Looking for peace and catching your breathe,
Caught in my mind I wished I was deaf 
To silence the chatter and constant grief,
When I turned that corner, I felt relief 
I walked through flames and swam in tears,
Will this end I’ve been in it for years 
But then came the sun and the tears they steadied,
And my feet grew roots and I became embedded đź’š

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Gem ? B

Thank you- writing from the heart flows easiest for me x

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