Poems about Healing
#healing
Poems about healing and therapy. Poetry about making progress in life and becoming healthy, healing physically or mentally from past traumas.
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Porcelain
How much I love
To dance around
The yeasty smelling kitchen
Bandana in hair
Flour on my cheeks
Smile lines
My singing imprinted in the dough
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Flowing around my body
Into my ears
Out my mouth
Crisp moss smells
And rose
Musk
From the candle flickering
I am so
Peaceful
To dance around
The yeasty smelling kitchen
Bandana in hair
Flour on my cheeks
Smile lines
My singing imprinted in the dough
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Flowing around my body
Into my ears
Out my mouth
Crisp moss smells
And rose
Musk
From the candle flickering
I am so
Peaceful
#healing
#peace
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The Horses
guided by sounds
i enter a state of
deep relaxation
the song swells
takes me over
makes me see
healing horses
galloping & free
envision it's me
after the session
talking over tea
i told her about
what it did to me
visions that came
she saw them too
galloping horses
it made us smile
i'm so grateful for
the beauty of our
bond, and how we
connect energetically
i enter a state of
deep relaxation
the song swells
takes me over
makes me see
healing horses
galloping & free
envision it's me
after the session
talking over tea
i told her about
what it did to me
visions that came
she saw them too
galloping horses
it made us smile
i'm so grateful for
the beauty of our
bond, and how we
connect energetically
#healing
#horses
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different bubbles
I sometimes think of missed opportunities-where I could have initiated or engaged in conversations; windows where one were weary of testing the temperature-
negative reinforcements-forever keeps one in the shadows; "there's no way she likes me"-"there's no way...." even though it seems she may give some sort of lead way of sorts-
I want to say- I'm sorry beloved- that I'm so distant just as much as you or more- there's multitude of battles that I myself as much as you yourself also may endure....
my heart is...
negative reinforcements-forever keeps one in the shadows; "there's no way she likes me"-"there's no way...." even though it seems she may give some sort of lead way of sorts-
I want to say- I'm sorry beloved- that I'm so distant just as much as you or more- there's multitude of battles that I myself as much as you yourself also may endure....
my heart is...
#healing
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth #philosophical
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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Heart once shattered
I talked to you again
For the first time in months
I asked you how you've been
I enjoyed catching up
You told me you're glad I'm happy
You said that's all that matters
I so badly wanted to tell you how much I miss you
But I couldn't
I want to tell you I love you
But I shouldn't
You said that my happiness is all that matters
If you truly felt that way
why is my heart shattered?
I'm trying to understand why suddenly I matter
When you didn't even flinch as my heart shattered
How am I...
For the first time in months
I asked you how you've been
I enjoyed catching up
You told me you're glad I'm happy
You said that's all that matters
I so badly wanted to tell you how much I miss you
But I couldn't
I want to tell you I love you
But I shouldn't
You said that my happiness is all that matters
If you truly felt that way
why is my heart shattered?
I'm trying to understand why suddenly I matter
When you didn't even flinch as my heart shattered
How am I...
#healing
#heartbroken
#hope
#love
#redemption
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Drum Beats
while the energy
transmission is
still in process
african beats
fill my house
grounding me
connect me to
my innate roots
until they deeply
vibrate inside me
tingling feelings
start at my feet
my hands until
they fill my body
with sensations
coming in waves
i let go of myself
let the beats take
me over deep into
the wind and trees
the forest the leaves
energy of the elements
transmission is
still in process
african beats
fill my house
grounding me
connect me to
my innate roots
until they deeply
vibrate inside me
tingling feelings
start at my feet
my hands until
they fill my body
with sensations
coming in waves
i let go of myself
let the beats take
me over deep into
the wind and trees
the forest the leaves
energy of the elements
#healing
#nature
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About Last Year
Patience, a lot of patience,
That's what it takes to keep going.
At many years of age
we just want health and a lot of patience.
We are not attracted to indolence!
We are not afraid of impotence!
But, oh my God, how much we miss
the patience to have with impertinence
and inexperience and malevolence...
We try not to give up on the film
at the end of the first sequence.
And hear the same poorly told stories
out of sheer indulgence.
We then allowed ourselves to sit in the garden
and count the petals...
That's what it takes to keep going.
At many years of age
we just want health and a lot of patience.
We are not attracted to indolence!
We are not afraid of impotence!
But, oh my God, how much we miss
the patience to have with impertinence
and inexperience and malevolence...
We try not to give up on the film
at the end of the first sequence.
And hear the same poorly told stories
out of sheer indulgence.
We then allowed ourselves to sit in the garden
and count the petals...
#healing
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#MovingOn
#patience
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Body Work
the scent of sage
leaves enchant
my room while
shamanic beats
& sound bowls
calm my body
feels like i'm in
a tibetan temple
She works her
magic energy
transmissions
chakras open
vibrations flow
crown to pelvis
deeply feels like
i'm coming home ...
leaves enchant
my room while
shamanic beats
& sound bowls
calm my body
feels like i'm in
a tibetan temple
She works her
magic energy
transmissions
chakras open
vibrations flow
crown to pelvis
deeply feels like
i'm coming home ...
#healing
#hope
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THE FAST APPROACHING BORDERS OF THIN ICE INSANITIES (5-31-1992; in a Sonora Texas roadside Motel)
my only hope here
presently
is to keep on moving
ever further away
from these fragile
increasingly eroding
threadbare
decaying borders
of such fast approaching
proximal
thin ice insanities
where i have
for so very long now
only been struggling
courageously fighting
in intermittent
recurrent cycles
of both successes
and futility alike
to simply
yet desperately
at times
just survive
and stay alive
more than i have
been able to
more fully live
my life
my one...
presently
is to keep on moving
ever further away
from these fragile
increasingly eroding
threadbare
decaying borders
of such fast approaching
proximal
thin ice insanities
where i have
for so very long now
only been struggling
courageously fighting
in intermittent
recurrent cycles
of both successes
and futility alike
to simply
yet desperately
at times
just survive
and stay alive
more than i have
been able to
more fully live
my life
my one...
#healing
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
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Unravel
Undo the threads.
Undo the sheets.
Unravel the mystery, the world makes of me.
Undo this awkward
Undo this quiet
Unravel this skin, traveling the depths, to find where the real me begins.
Undo the weird
Undo the stares
Unravel the shy, until you've found the real guy.
Undo the clever.
Undo the gift.
Unravel the smarts, tell him, to make something of his art.
..... And after finding him, remind him, he's pretty cool, & has a part to play in this crazy world, but he's got to play, if he's going to...
Undo the sheets.
Unravel the mystery, the world makes of me.
Undo this awkward
Undo this quiet
Unravel this skin, traveling the depths, to find where the real me begins.
Undo the weird
Undo the stares
Unravel the shy, until you've found the real guy.
Undo the clever.
Undo the gift.
Unravel the smarts, tell him, to make something of his art.
..... And after finding him, remind him, he's pretty cool, & has a part to play in this crazy world, but he's got to play, if he's going to...
#acceptance
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#healing
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Love hits differently
That love hits differently when you didn't deserve it.
Love hits differently when you did everything to mess it up.
Love kept stepping up for you.
See, love doesn't count the marks or see the scars.
Whether you're size 2 or size 12, love just loves you.
But see, love hits differently when there's no longer desire,
Because even good love loses its fire.
Don't you know that love can hurt?
Love can feel.
Love is strong and love is real,
But you'll never know love unless it hits you back.
Love hits differently when you did everything to mess it up.
Love kept stepping up for you.
See, love doesn't count the marks or see the scars.
Whether you're size 2 or size 12, love just loves you.
But see, love hits differently when there's no longer desire,
Because even good love loses its fire.
Don't you know that love can hurt?
Love can feel.
Love is strong and love is real,
But you'll never know love unless it hits you back.
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
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Eye of the Needle
It could be found
Nowhere else,
What he was looking for.
The night before,
A candle stick,
Dripped down and over
a remnant of old ink,
Tucked away behind
comprehension.
Something shook
and scattered within his spirit,
A mouse scared and scampering,
scrapes of tiny nails
Against the harsh odds of varnish.
It had all seen the occasional
Better day.
Better years had yet to find their place,
yet cast your cares upon tomorrow
Remained stitched to a sampler
on his pillow. ...
Nowhere else,
What he was looking for.
The night before,
A candle stick,
Dripped down and over
a remnant of old ink,
Tucked away behind
comprehension.
Something shook
and scattered within his spirit,
A mouse scared and scampering,
scrapes of tiny nails
Against the harsh odds of varnish.
It had all seen the occasional
Better day.
Better years had yet to find their place,
yet cast your cares upon tomorrow
Remained stitched to a sampler
on his pillow. ...
#healing
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On seeking wholeness in a hammock
the guilt that gnaws
the lessons learned
old wounds opened
new scars earned
grief gently bleaches
as sun peeks ‘round trees
loss ripens to gratitude
through tender breeze
the bygones are past
so receive what is real
not all things can last
but all can heal
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the lessons learned
old wounds opened
new scars earned
grief gently bleaches
as sun peeks ‘round trees
loss ripens to gratitude
through tender breeze
the bygones are past
so receive what is real
not all things can last
but all can heal
.
#acceptance
#healing
#MovingOn
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