Heal? Yes, Heal.
I want to, I'm doing my very best.
I'm healing every day.
And each day I turn a new page.
Some new line in the story,
very different from what I thought.
Surprised? Always in awe.
Heal? Yes, Heal.
Heal darling, the scars run in too deep.
But with them a ray of light is seen.
Very beautiful indeed.
They hurt? Of course they do.
No wonder they'll never understand your shoes.
So it be. Focus on healing these wounds.
Heal? Maybe. I'm not so ready.
With the pain, some excuse I can make.
Different won't I be?
Black or white, neither one the answer.
But heal. Different the outcome could be.
Are you scared of this?
Everything, I'm scared of everything.
But it's what I love most, it's why I dive deep.
Deep deep to the Athena in me.
So just take this moment and breathe dear.
Breathe. Heal. And a new being become.
It's All part of the plan. So Heal.
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PoetryHeaL, Nothing is too much for time, nothing will ever be. One of the best creations alive. It teaches and moulds us into quite the masterpiece. So much it gives, good and everything in between. One of the best things we can do is to allow oursel...
