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Healing Is A Messy Business
Full of ups, downs and excruciating pain
She opens her eyes on another new day,
To find she survived against some impossible odds!
She took her past yesterdays and bolstered her heart,
Weaving art through the pain and grief,
She now understands the process, the inevitability,
She had to digest.
Healing is messy,
It’s chaotic,
It’s necessary!
Healing, for her, wasn’t long bath soaks surrounded by candle light,
Nor was it comforting hugs by strong arms.
No, it was ugly crying in bed late at night,
Minutes hidden in the shower in destitution,
It was the acceptance of destroyed hopes and dreams,
The churning of her stomach and the inability to eat,
And the forfeiture of hiding eyes that were always red and swollen.
It was the admittance of defeat!
She lived through the tough days and long nights,
Losing herself in the dark, feeling forever alone,
And rising with each new dawn, even when she didn’t want to.
