In-between struggling
and peace,
there was a delicate hand,
the me
that could lead
the rest of me safely
though this place.
It wasn’t each little
part alone
as it had seemed.
It wasn’t the good
and the bad.
It took each one
who had felt
separate
and tried so hard.
It took the trust
of each precious one
who dared
to show up.
And it was
this delicate
turning around
by the healer
within us all.
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I love all of that me! I’m smiling now! ❤
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Love all of them 💙
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ALL of them! ❤
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