A Gentler Me

For a while,

I looked to the

outer world for

something that would

offer an answer

or mend the whole

in my heart.

But this journey

had a way of

softening the healer

in me,

little by little —

until the purity

of her love

could no longer be

denied —

until there were

no more holes

in my heart

to be filled.

And life began

to reflect a truer,

gentler me.

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Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

When There Seemed to be None

I found life to be

more complex

than the old

boxed-in thought

that had made sense

for a while.

It wasn’t about

being on the right

team

or choosing

one clear path

over another.

It was about

becoming honest

with myself

and seeing parts of me

in others,

even the most difficult

to face

or heal.

It was about

refusing to stay

stuck in old patterns

and daring to find

creative solutions

when there seemed to be

none.