The art of healing.
That beautiful, beautiful art.
It's beautiful and wonderful.
You know you've healed when
You're smiling at the sunrise,
Loving the dawn.
Longing for the moon,
Reaching for the stars.
You know you've healed when
You're moods are strong,
And you have no panic attacks.
No anxiety attacks.
No sleeping disorders.
No troubling dreams.
No feelings of fear.
You know you've healed when
You're not scared if genuine feelings
Not afraid to touch the sky,
To swim in the sea,
And steal the sun.
You know you've healed when,
Your heart does not hurt,
Your chest is not stuffy.
You're not scared to be happy.
You're not scared to be free.
And pain is not your remedy.
Sadly,
I haven't healed.
That art, I cannot purchase
For it is hard to get.
That art, I cannot imitate
For I am not an artist.
So I sit still,
And watch the lives
Of them that are healed.
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In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
