I wouldn’t give up my scars for anything.

And the reality is that scars still need to heal.
I was broken
Powerless
Afraid
Alone
Chained
Exhausted.

I expected healing to be immediate.
Painless
And freeing

Healing is more beautiful
than could possibly be imagined
And while it isn’t linear
There is much I take for granted.

I used to be a broken girl,
Ignoring my intelligence.
I used to be afraid of joy,
And tried to avoid my own healing.
And now i have remembered what I love,
And re-discovered my motivation
My past selves have lifted me up,
And I am a beautiful
Combination.

There is a Young Woman that I know
She is a broken vessel.
She shatters on the ground.
Her pieces cannot be put together
She accepts her fate
“And now,” She thinks
“There is
No
Hope
For
Me.”

In search of redemption
she stumbles through life
She needs healing,
But isn’t sure where to find it.

She thought she had discovered
The solution to her pain
In a new relationship
Pure, simple, and plain.

She is in love
She has no control
She seeks peace
She seeks perfection

One day she sat quietly
On her bedroom floor
Perhaps, she considered,
I can’t fight alone anymore.

There is a young woman I know,
She asked for help for the first time
Although it wasn’t immediate,
Healing is sublime.

The pain was beyond imagining.
She didn’t know how to put herself back together.
She floated through life, letting it pass her by.
But she accepted her role
And began fighting.

She sought help in the form of love
She found help in the form of kindness
She found help in the work she put forward
To rid herself of her blindness.

I know a young woman,
Who focuses on the good
In an effort to avoid
Having thoughts nobody should.

My eyes once were dull, avoiding the greater scheme,
But as I focus on what I love, they sparkle and they gleam.
I am healing, slowly but surely, and fighting hard
To boost my mental health.

I love to see the way people smile
When doing something truly worth their while
Things that bring them joy bring me joy as well.
The beauty of assuredness brings me hope.

That’s when my world began again,
Seeing joy in little things
Like the way the rain sounds,
And the first signs of spring.
I’ve noticed the beauty of the world around me
too much to behold
There’s so much more to learn
Incentive to grow old.

I love the winter,
The sound of falling snow,
Peace and quiet in the world
More than I’ve ever known.

The combination of strange flavors
Of Chocolate and Chili Powder,
Remind me of the benefits
Of joy and sheer power.

Waking up early in the morning,
Seeing the sun begin to rise
Watching the world wake up
Looking at it through new eyes

I discovered the joy of presents
Of planning based on hints
And watching the recipient
As they enjoy their gifts.

I love conversations of intelligence,
Shared brains working at a higher speed
As greater understanding
Together we begin to seek.

This little girl is small,
But I have already felt
The highs and lows of mortality
And this earth where so many have dwelt

Once Upon a Time,
A little girl began to heal,
She understood the joys of life
And the reasons that it’s real.