Finding Healing
gentle as the morning light,
reminding it beats not for the betrayal
but for the promise of healing,
for the strength that lives in tenderness.
I will hold my knee, fragile yet resolute,
a fortress that was once a battlefield,
where echoes of pain whispered in shadows,
with the weight of histories too heavy to bear,
each scar a testament,
each bruise a story that deserves to be told.
In the silence, I will speak,
to the parts of me cast aside,
thrown into the corners of forgotten rooms,
where the dust of despair settles,
in the crevices of a past
too often pushed away like refuse,
but never erased.
I will set aside the shame,
unwrap it from the layers of my soul,
and feel the warmth of acceptance,
wrapped around my wounded spirit,
for every step forward is a victory,
and every breath a testament
that I am still here.
With the gentleness I deserve,
I will breathe into the ache,
soak it in the strength of my resolve,
letting the tides of emotion wash over me,
carrying the weight of memories,
transforming hurt into purpose.
And as I heal, as I embrace the woman I am
and the child I once was,
I will break the chains of silence,
shatter the walls built from fear,
and rise with a clarity,
that speaks of resilience,
of reclaiming every piece of myself—
the love, the light, the laughter
that was silenced but never extinguished.
I will carry my heart, like a lantern,
lighting the darkness with truth,
reminding others of the beauty in vulnerability,
the power found in acknowledgement,
and the possibility that lies
in the spaces where light penetrates.
I will hold my knee,
a symbol of strength,
a reminder of battles fought,
with a grace that contradicts the weight,
and whisper to the wind,
I am still here, I am still standing,
and from the ashes, I rise,
not defined by what has been,
but by the courage
to step into the light
and say, I am enough.
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