#healing poem

[waitingforlostsouls]

Lost In Transit 📦

You give out love In hopes of one day getting it back But your receipt isn't good for anything Turns out it got lost in transit Somebody misplaced your order For your chance at not being sad So it's time to suck it up And accept it all as fact And maybe one day it will show up at your door Torn up battered package Years too late Because you've already got your shipment of emotional baggage And you haven't even had The chance to unpack it So you just stare at the box It was meant to be a gift for them But you never got the chance And somehow it never showed up And now you don't think you can Bear to slice it open And end up in a trance Thinking about them again When you already made more plans To have something, anything to say for yourself Even if it meant taking a hit to your finance So what do you do? Do you just return it? There's no shipping address Just a bunch of smudges And one sad, torn stamp So all you have is this empty loving That life couldn’t do you the mercy of granting

[a-miniature-sun]

We sit together,

Side by side,

Adding memories to the fire.

We tell stories

So they can be forgotten,

Finally dissolve into the void.

We dig up together

Our past and wrongdoings

From the soils of our hearts

So we can arrange a proper funeral

And leave it all behind.

We walk this path together,

The path of healing,

Learning to be.

One thought is on my mind:

I am truly glad

That you are here with me.

That we are both together

Hunting for peace.

[thoughts-of-a-caterpillar]

Child, oh child,

Am I raising you well?

Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?

I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.

I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.

But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.

I love you, though it wasn't something I got.

Is that enough?

For me, it was the only thing lacking.

Voiceless child,

I hear your cries.

I hear your pleas.

I try to help.

Sightless child,

I'll be your eyes.

I'll tell you what is

wrong and right.

Overhearing child,

I'll cover your ears.

So you do not hear

what your father says.

Broken child,

I will love you.

Crying child,

I will hug you.

Lonely child,

I will try,

try to heal you, try to raise you.

Even if you exist

In a mirror only.

[same-skies]

Whispers of Healing

In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,

A whisper of hope begins to cascade.

Through the valleys of pain, where sorrows lie,

Healing emerges, like a gentle sigh.

Wounds may be deep, scars etched in time,

Yet within each heart, a rhythm, a rhyme.

Softly it speaks, in moments of grace,

A tender embrace, a warm, safe place.

With every breath, a new chance to mend,

To find the strength, to rise and transcend.

In the dance of life, through joy and strife,

Healing whispers, "You are enough, embrace your life."

Amidst the chaos, a stillness we seek,

A tranquil heart, where peace can speak.

In the silence within, where calm resides,

Inner peace blossoms, and gently guides.

Through the storms of doubt, and waves of fear,

A beacon of light, ever so near.

With patience and love, the soul finds release,

In the journey of healing, we discover peace.

Each step we take, though small it may seem,

Brings us closer to our inner dream.

A place of balance, where mind and heart,

In harmony dwell, never to part.

In the face of trials, we stand tall,

Resilience within, we heed its call.

With every fall, we rise anew,

Stronger, braver, with a clearer view.

Like a phoenix from ashes, we soar high,

Embracing the sky, where dreams never die.

Our spirit, a river, flowing with grace,

Finding its path, in life's vast embrace.

Hope, a lantern in the darkest night,

Guiding us forward, with its gentle light.

In every heartbeat, a promise we find,

That healing and peace are intertwined.

[deeplysincere]

Silent Grief

I lost a heartbeat,

a tiny, fragile promise

that slipped away too soon.

No one spoke of it,

no one dared to acknowledge

the silence that followed.

They said nothing,

left me alone with my sorrow,

a grief too vast to share,

too deep to voice aloud.

I carried it within me,

a secret burden,

a wound that never healed.

Years passed, and I pretended,

smiled through the days,

laughed when I was supposed to,

all the while the ache lingered,

a quiet whisper in my soul.

No one knew the weight I bore,

the silent tears I shed alone,

the conversations I had with the air,

the dreams that dissolved into the night.

Then, the world tilted again,

and the wound, long buried,

was torn open once more.

A loss too profound,

a reminder of that silent grief,

my heart aching anew,

the old pain rushing back.

The wound of my grandfather,

the trusted father figure,

and the sudden silence of my best friend,

compounded the sorrow,

each loss a new fracture

in my already broken heart.

I found myself adrift,

unable to mask the pain,

the years of silent suffering

too much to bear alone.

The grief, a relentless tide,

washed over me, unyielding,

unforgiving in its depth.

I had no one to turn to,

no willing ears to listen,

no words of comfort

to ease my aching soul.

But in the darkness,

I found a flicker of faith,

a whisper of hope

that perhaps, in time,

the pain could be voiced,

the grief acknowledged,

the silence broken.

Through faith, I found a way,

a path through the shadows,

a means to heal,

to honor the losses

I had borne alone.

I spoke the words

I had kept inside,

let the tears fall freely,

and in that release,

found a semblance of peace.

The wound still aches,

but now it breathes,

allowed to heal in the open air,

no longer a silent burden,

but a part of my story,

acknowledged, remembered,

and given the light it deserves.

[kelleyspoetry]

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[livalinite]

Temporary

One must remember Storms aren't forever The dark skies that flood With tears and unwashed blood Those are only temporary Bits of pain to carry For a soul must feel As that's what it means to be real

[maggielogic]

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[scienceofnoetica]

The woman I'm becoming

shines in a dark way

and fantasize even more

then before.

The woman I'm becoming

walks proudly and dress etereal

she founds her peace in

the practical way of living.

The woman I'm becoming

reflects all the good of her

in the world, she is compassionate

and supportive to the other first.

The woman I'm becoming

she'll never be at peace anytime

but now she can master

her own storms.

The woman I'm becoming

she learned the art of diluting

the poison and to use it as a

powerful medicine.

Nadine

[baldgoddese]

📖: letter to the bold.

~ese~

[ourburningbridges]

Rose Colored Romance

TW: mentions of domestic violence and s/h

all red flags look normal with rose colored glasses… you deserve better.

He knows when to be tender by the swelling of my lips.

Says we’re making love despite the bruising on my hips.

It feels like I’m in heaven every single night we kiss.

But by the day his horrors stay and lets me slit my wrists.

-I.F.L 🥀

[noamnatan]

“I wanted to create something beautiful״ is a compilation of poems I wrote about life, growing up, losing my innocence. It’s about friendship breakups, what I thought falling in love would be like. It’s about experiences I’ve had, lessons I’ve learned, and growing up in an abusive house.

[iiraoni]

🌿poem: rain I🌿

by Imani-Fatimah

if the sky could make phone calls

would it ask us to defy gravity?

I stare at the sun

blinded by my hope for a soon-to-be memory:

the invisible rope that keeps me here snapping to pieces.

It tethers me to a place where

gunshots come before alibis,

and the truth is uglier than the lie.

Then I’d be there.

In deep gold.

In sunrise.

In everywhere beneath me.

My body,

pushed by a column of air

would shrink into nothing.

I dream of a day where I’m weightless.

the clouds

like a blanket

for the places in my soul,

cold and broken.

I dream of a day where it weighs less.

An answer to this is the rain.

It enters and it departs,

but it changes the way we move even after it’s gone.

We speak softer.

We strain to keep warm.

We shield our eyes,

and we don’t look up.

But if tried,

all of us would be witnesses

to its end.

The bridge between Earth and Heaven shattering.

Glass like semi-colons written

in the humidity.

Like an ellipses for time itself.

The thunder would soon break the silence, being the scream, but before would be the shock.

The waiting.

A pause for breath before God causes us to continue.

[voicesandthoughts]

Getting back to myself is the hardest part

Standing to reconstruct my heart from scraps

Running through wardrobes of skeletons and traps

Forgetting to wear them

Stopping, pausing is the hardest part

Walking back into my center to sit and repair

To sit down and paint myself alone again

Get comfy in an uncomfortable chair

telling stories with ghosts around an empty fire

their laughter and tears will stain me for years

and I'd rather pretend that it doesn't remain

bury them deep and lock away the keys

ensuring that they become the fabric of my being

but to do that is to never really know in the mirror, who it is that I'm seeing

torn two ways, a fragile bird in the storms

growing up but watered down

stuck in the crosscurrents, forgetting what it's like to truly feel warmth

Running from these towns

but I need to slow down

perch on the seeds of trees and watch them grow

they will reach the skies I lost for me

I need to find a new flow, capture the city's still glow

Walk slowly, but not in place, until I find myself

Pick up the pieces and rebuild my helm

[toxic--minds]

Love, lust, love, lust, love

and so you lay in bed sheets with people you thought loved you, tangling yourself in knots with the what ifs and could haves. Pouring onto others and receiving little to no reciprocation. Hopeful, but still oh so hopeful that it will be different this time.

It’s love.

It's lusting for love in all of the wrong places. Dreaming, longing, desiring, and wishing for an amore in shining armor to rescue you from emptying your well for others.

Shouldering the weight of broken men's closet skeletons.

Men who were taught to take, not to love.

Giving your body off in the name of love me and love me not's, tapping yourself dry, running on fumes.

Picking prayers instead of petals. Making yourself indispensable in the name of connection.

Oh, child, Not everyone runs as deep as you.

And so you remain alone at night, filled only by the promise of something better.

Blaming yourself every time another comes around only to quench their thirst. Lapping up the taste of pain because it's all you've ever known.

—o.r

[deeplysincere]

“A Ghost in Agony”

In the quiet of night, when stars softly gleam,

Why do souls vanish like a fading dream?

When did it become the norm to depart,

Leaving behind an unanswered heart?

You speak of principles, of virtues held high,

Yet your absence speaks volumes, a silent goodbye.

You claim empathy, vow never to harm,

Yet here I am, left with lingering unease.

When did we come to embrace this painful cycle,

Where love is discarded with minimal pain?

What hidden anguish fuels this retreat,

Leaving kind hearts shattered at your feet?

Perhaps it’s time to embrace the unknown,

To let down your walls, to let love be shown.

Stop running from shadows that lurk in your mind,

For in facing them bravely, solace you’ll find.

Release the grip of the past, and let your heart expand.

In vulnerability lies the power to heal,

Embrace the journey, and let authenticity lead the way.

-NLee