The Art of Healing
A poem on healing
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I don’t remember what I wrote yesterday
unless it comes back like that fragrance
which stirs my soul in a quiet way.
I don’t remember that me which I shattered
into many piece nor I recognise this new me
who is writing this poem.
I know with time I have become fluent
in the art of healing.
In response to the prompt A Power to Heal by Samantha Lazar
LIKE MOST WHO ARE UNDERESTIMATED, I HAVE LEARNED TO OVER-PERFORM AND FIND SOFT BUT KEY WAYS TO TAKE CREDIT. BECAUSE ULTIMATELY, LEADERSHIP AND POWER REQUIRE THE CONFIDENCE TO EFFECTIVELY WIELD BOTH. — Stacey Abrams*