October 11, 2014

The Healed. {Poem}

water woman ocean

Alone on my journey

of broken heart
and blood and bone
I became the healed
and the healer
because I learned to rise
and to awaken
to the remembrance
of my wholeness
and now I know
how to find the path
back to my soul
and I can show you
where I came from
and how I made peace
with the weeping
of the dark nights
and how I wrapped
tight my wounds
while waiting for the light
and I can show you
how to drink
from the river of sorrow
without having it drown you
and how to find hope
on its banks
and how to give thanks
for its teachings
and I can show you
how to weave
your nightmares
into dreams
and I can show you
how to hope for healing
and how to make it real
and I can tell you
how to turn your tears
into drops of inspiration
I can show you the streams
that lead to the ocean
and I will be there
to celebrate with you
when you reach the shore
where your soul waits

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Editor: Renée Picard

Photo: Dmitry Laudin at Pixoto 


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