Things start to open up, grass begins to grow and animals begin to appear. Lions, elephants, eagles, pandas-
They ask me if I am here to see her. I say I am. They say she is brave, she is golden, she is wise. She is heard. Through them I feel her essence. After such a description I feel so close to her.
"Where can I find her?"
Through the forest they say. Easy enough.
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Hold my Hand
PoetryMy goal is to share what I wish I knew about trauma and healing in order to make your journey less confusing. I have to begin by telling you that there are no magic words or wisdom to make the pain of trauma disappear. There is only you and your com...
