When I really
got down to it,
the healer
in me
desired the same thing
as the part of me
hidden beneath
layers of distraction.
Parts of me
had gotten lost
in trying so hard
to protect
and process
as best they could,
while believing they were
separate.
The further away
they got,
the more attention
they demanded —
leading to a never-ending
struggle.
Relief came
in each moment
as I stood,
not as those fractured
pieces,
but as the whole —
reaching back
and embracing
that hidden part
that knew her own
voice —
welcoming
and releasing
all that stood
in-between.
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This is so beautiful. I love that reaching back. This made my heart feel good πππ
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That makes mine feel goodπ
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ππΌπππΌI’m laughing again. πππ€π€π€ππππ
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Hi hi hi ππΌππΌππΌ
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