Healing

Healing is lonely.

Healing is power.

Our desires stem,

From sour flowers.

What is it you say,

That makes our hearts this way?

That makes us feel deep inside,

That makes us tremble with pride.

To remember the promises we’ve made,

And the ones we’ve unkept.

Dealing with brokenness,

Can lead to more hurt.

Healing that fracture,

Will always be work.

Push through the unforgivable to. . .

Heal.

A powerful word,

But an even more powerful verb.

Peeling back a grapefruit, what do you see?

The inside is blush,

And quite lonely.

Once it’s open to the sun,

Then there’s the moment for someone,

To enjoy it.

Isn’t it worth the chance then,

To take the plunge,

To heal your wounds,

And expunge yourself.

Guilt.

Pride.

Put it all aside.

To let yourself go on a healing ride.

Becoming healthy is a gift,

That some even miss.

It takes some time.

But after you take care of the pain, 

Your life can then flourish.

The rain will subside.

What’s the worst that can happen?

You find happiness within?

You lose some friends?

Anything can change in a moment.

Take this moment. 

In an instant you could be free,

Peace of mind never makes one lonely.

Why does the butterfly need a cocoon?

Is it for shelter or protection?

Could they need more room?

Only the lepidopterists know

But we all see them emerge

Better than before

And ready to fly 

Out on their own--solo.