Tag: healing
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Sorrow to Psalm
God, take these sorrows I cannot name, these ashes left from grief and flame. Take every tear I’ve learned to hide, and make a holy song inside. Turn every wound into a word, each whispered prayer into something heard. Where sorrow lingers, soft and long, teach my broken heart a song. Make every ache a…
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When I Picked Myself Up
When I picked myself up off the floor,I knew I could not hurt anymore.I gathered the pieces scattered around,And found parts of me I thought I had drowned.I wiped my tears and lifted my head,Stopped chasing the words you never said.I learned that leaving can sometimes be right,That losing your love did not end my…
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When
When morning comes and shadows flee,When sunlight dances on the sea,When weary birds begin to sing,And winter loosens into spring.When broken hearts remember howTo trust the quiet present now,When tears have dried and wounds grow small,And we no longer fear the fall.When yesterday has lost its sting,And hope returns on fragile wing,We learn that endings,…
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What Heartbreak Leaves Behind
No one comes back the samefrom heartbreak.You return carrying piecesof yourselfyou do not remember breaking.Your hands still look like your hands,your face still answers to its name,but something beneath the skinhas shifted.You learn how silence can bruise.How an empty chaircan become a presence.How a song can findthe one woundyou forgot to cover.You become carefulwith doors,with…
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Why My Heart Turned Blue
My heart turned blue on a Tuesday at three, while the clock lost a minute and stared back at me. The kettle kept singing though no one made tea, and the walls leaned inward suspiciously. I searched in the cupboard, under the bed, between all the things we should never have said. I asked the…
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Where Dreams Go When They Die
Where do dreams go when they die— when hope folds up its silver wings and silence settles where tomorrow used to sing? Perhaps they drift beneath the bed, gathering dust beside lost things, or wander through abandoned rooms wearing crowns and broken rings. Perhaps they sink into the earth, small seeds beneath the frozen ground,…
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When the Rain Stops (Sonnet)
The heavens wept the tears I could not shed,And every cloud recalled your fading name;The storm drummed sorrow through my weary head,Till every dawn and dusk became the same.Each drop became a memory set free,A whispered promise carried on the breeze;The flooded earth reflected only me,A lonely soul brought trembling to its knees.Yet storms, though…
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Loving Blind
They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they could be,”while…
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Mending
A heart can break from death,from the empty chair at the table,from a voice you still expect to hearwhen morning enters the room.It can break from rejection,from hands that let go too easily,from being almost chosen,almost loved, almost enough.It can break from loss,from dreams packed away in silence,from names you no longer saybecause they bruise…
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Gravitational Pull
We are all broken in oneway or another, though some of uswon’t admit it, and we gravitatetowards the brokenness in others.We gravitate to those people, placesor things in which we see pieces ofourselves.A cracked laugh.A tired smile.A silence that sounds like home.We recognize the achebefore anyone names it,feel the pull before we understandthat sometimes broken…
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