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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Love from afar
Call me insane, I wear it well,
Insanely in love, it’s my secret spell.
Crazy to think I could be enough,
Yet here I am, in this whirlwind of love.
Demented dreams, I hold you tight,
Frantic thoughts consume my nights.
But you, my dear, deserve the sun,
It’s mad to think our fates are one.
You’re blind to the light you truly are,
Crazy to doubt you could go far.
Deranged, perhaps, but I still see,
A beauty in you that was always meant to be set free
Insanely in love, it’s my secret spell.
Crazy to think I could be enough,
Yet here I am, in this whirlwind of love.
Demented dreams, I hold you tight,
Frantic thoughts consume my nights.
But you, my dear, deserve the sun,
It’s mad to think our fates are one.
You’re blind to the light you truly are,
Crazy to doubt you could go far.
Deranged, perhaps, but I still see,
A beauty in you that was always meant to be set free
#acceptance
#FirstLove
#healing
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The balance of life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a a minute to answer, that question 🤔 in the depth of just understanding, what is the balance of life. 🤨 For example for with everything having to deal with situations, that we shall go through in life there are somethings. That are involved in creating a solid attitude in other ways, to be able to navigate through the process of life. Now let's go even deeper than deep into the deepness of your mind and heart ❤️ For example sometimes we might have to learn, to agree or disagree with...
#healing
#learning
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#TimeHeals
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Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
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First Real Heartbreak
There was a time I'd do anything for you; you had me hooked like a fish. I would’ve never left you and always stayed true. There’s no one I would’ve swam in the abyss with. But damn, you fucked up. I was obsessed when I first met you! Now that I think of it, it was the first time I ever fell in love at first sight. When you cussed me out and dismissed me as if I was a peasant from the 1800s, it didn’t just break my heart—you took a little of my soul that day. Do you remember those lottery numbers on that ticket when I won—what was it—25 or 35 dollars?
NP
NP
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
#lover
#relationships
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Crescendos
allow me to wipe
off the dust love
slide my fingers
over your keys
play you softly
pour light into
your darkness
ease the black
revive the white
bring back to life
the sound of your
soul & heal your
years old scars
create a private
silent symphony
divine harmony
in delicate notes
& elegant tones
from the depths
of despair to the
peaks of pleasure
in a slow crescendo
until you moan in music
off the dust love
slide my fingers
over your keys
play you softly
pour light into
your darkness
ease the black
revive the white
bring back to life
the sound of your
soul & heal your
years old scars
create a private
silent symphony
divine harmony
in delicate notes
& elegant tones
from the depths
of despair to the
peaks of pleasure
in a slow crescendo
until you moan in music
#healing
#music
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Redemption (Open Verse)
Intro:
You know,
I once heard this quote
And this quote said
“No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief”
So no matter how fractured you are, you can’t stop going
The world doesn’t stop, so we continue to move with it
So, let me take a moment to get this off of my chest
Verse:
The thought constantly haunts my mind
Of how you up and left me during the darkest of times
I thought when we agreed, I had your back, you had mine
I put my heart on the line, just to get stabbed in the spine
...
You know,
I once heard this quote
And this quote said
“No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief”
So no matter how fractured you are, you can’t stop going
The world doesn’t stop, so we continue to move with it
So, let me take a moment to get this off of my chest
Verse:
The thought constantly haunts my mind
Of how you up and left me during the darkest of times
I thought when we agreed, I had your back, you had mine
I put my heart on the line, just to get stabbed in the spine
...
#breakup
#healing
#hurt #love
#hurt #love
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Back To The Routine
Sneak a few treasured moments here
badly in need of release
it has been a month
thirty fictions in thirty days
but I did it
despite the faulty clutch
and the sick oven
messing with my routines
and braces for the kid
been a costly month
been little opportunity
for that quality time
to nurse those fantasies
to the surface
to give myself
license to indulge
but here I am
back again
ready to make a splash
badly in need of release
it has been a month
thirty fictions in thirty days
but I did it
despite the faulty clutch
and the sick oven
messing with my routines
and braces for the kid
been a costly month
been little opportunity
for that quality time
to nurse those fantasies
to the surface
to give myself
license to indulge
but here I am
back again
ready to make a splash
#healing
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #lust
#LifeStruggles #lust
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Muse
I haven't sketched you in-I don't know how long; submerged in "50 shades of greys"; one's been laying in the ceiling-floored-old sketches decorate;
how i wished- you had a face- and our "faces" resonated like an "orchestra on stage"; the "runner/dreamer" in me thinking-we could save each others' day;
we don't have to do a single thing but simply sit and lay- watch you wolf down on a meal- ocuppy each others' space; I'd rather spend time with my muse("ghost" without a face)-than "creative...
how i wished- you had a face- and our "faces" resonated like an "orchestra on stage"; the "runner/dreamer" in me thinking-we could save each others' day;
we don't have to do a single thing but simply sit and lay- watch you wolf down on a meal- ocuppy each others' space; I'd rather spend time with my muse("ghost" without a face)-than "creative...
#escape
#lover
#philosophical #healing
#philosophical #healing
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Of Light
Suspended high in the sky, in your life
Often times hanging out
Quietly by
With a fierceness that can knock you over
Yet hold you steady
Those shining stars
Guiding
Opening your eyes
Your heart
Your possibilities
Illuminating the path you didn’t know existed
Their eyes recognizing stories your heart can’t bear alone
Their shoulders taking over when you slip into the dimension of the unknown
Carrying you until you can stand on your own
Only they know how monumental your tiny triumphs are
They’re the first to celebrate...
Often times hanging out
Quietly by
With a fierceness that can knock you over
Yet hold you steady
Those shining stars
Guiding
Opening your eyes
Your heart
Your possibilities
Illuminating the path you didn’t know existed
Their eyes recognizing stories your heart can’t bear alone
Their shoulders taking over when you slip into the dimension of the unknown
Carrying you until you can stand on your own
Only they know how monumental your tiny triumphs are
They’re the first to celebrate...
#friendship
#gratitude
#healing
#strength
#support
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Bound by Time ...
We are all brothers and sisters through time,
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
no matter the generation before or yet to come,
we share the same thoughts and feelings.
Just as you feel when you look out into the oceans and watch the waves,
this was how I felt.
Just as you experience frustration in the tangle of everyday life,
I too lived in days filled with frustration.
Just as you are one of many in a crowd,
I too was a face among the countless.
Just as you are refreshed by the river’s gentle flow,
I too was cleansed and renewed.
Just as you seek relief on a...
#healing
#honesty
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#wisdom
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Healing
The weaponization of thought
as the inner child lies helpless,
though a man emerges to the
first taste of his own power
The son is gone but the warmth
still touches his face, he is not what
he has done nor what he has endured,
just a man healing his heart
as the inner child lies helpless,
though a man emerges to the
first taste of his own power
The son is gone but the warmth
still touches his face, he is not what
he has done nor what he has endured,
just a man healing his heart
#healing
#love
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My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
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