Healing

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I have no interest in dating or lovers
I think that part of me might be dead
At least I cannot feel anything where that want should be
It is a dead zone in my chest
A hollow place
A salted field that cannot grow life

I have too much healing to do
So much work to do
I need to learn how to TRUST myself again
How to LOVE myself again
How to BE myself again

Now is the time for quiet
The time to feel complicated feelings
Listen to the whispers of a broken heart
A disillusioned spirit
The time to grieve shattered dreams
Relinquished hopes
And lost futures

When the processing is complete
The healing well advanced
The distrust subsided
We'll see where I am
What I want
What I need
Who I am

-gws



Wounded Not Broken

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You are not broken
You are wounded

Broken things have damage
That can only be repaired
They are forever left weakened
And will always be at risk
Of the repair failing one day

Wounded things can heal
If you tend them gently and well
Wounds knit and the scar tissue makes them stronger
Wounds stretch and though they may ache from time to time
They will strengthen
Though forever altered
Healing makes the wound whole again

So you, too, will stretch and strengthen
You will grow stronger
The wound cannot be unmade
And its scar will be a landmark upon you
Reminding you that you survived
And you became stronger for it

Be gentle with your self judgment
You are wounded
Not at all broken
And you can and will heal
With patience, time, and tender care

-gws