Healing is the hardest thing in the world.
It's a choice you make over and over again.
Choosing to pass on that drink
Choosing to study instead of fucking
Choosing to care
Choosing to eat when you can't
Healing is also the slowest thing in the world
It happens both in micro increments and mile wide steps
It's during the moments when you laugh so hard you choke
When someone decides to apologize And especially when they don't
It's saying I love you but I can't do this anymore
It's saying I love me and I don't want to just survive anymore
It's removing cynicism from tainted memories
And letting bygones be bydones
Growing up but laying low
Healing is a journey through a cobblestone road
But by God I will stumble through it all
I will learn to balance
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
