Healing Journey

Sending pictures,

Sending texts,

Looking for love,

Looking for validation.

Trying to live up to everyone else’s expectations.

Hoping for love.

Looking for acceptance.

What is this life without outside validation.

Here me out.

Here me now.

See me fully.

See me wholly.

I am lost.

I am naked.

I am broken.

I am aching.

Cure me.

Fix me.

Heal me quickly.

The pains of this torture are slowly killing me.

Let me be.

Let me grow.

The only way is for me to be alone.

Find me lost.

Find me sad.

Leave me broken,

Leave me be.

I am healing,

I am picking up the scattered pieces of what’s left of me.

-M.

Intuition Is A Feeling

Let Go • Let Flow

A Heart Healing

A love was found, then it left.

A heart was full, then it wept.

-M.

Change from the Normal – Discover Views

Thank you for Being Here

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Carpet Piles

So many things left unsaid.

So many troubles lost without an end.

Blank stares after fights.

Lost words, from not enough strength to finish a line.

Builds up over time…

Trying to walk through that dining room with carpets full of piles…

Piles of words swept under the carpet.

Angry arguments left unfinished, just to build up over time, taking up space, draining energy and making you feel out of place.

Carpet piles…

Lost words that were left unsaid…

Feelings that get lost in your head…

Unfinished business, fights stopped short…

Never listening…

Never hearing…

It’s all so draining…

Tears so scattered like the sprayed spit from the nasty words that were yelled.

Stopping before anyone got hurt, but holding on still, enough to keep the pain inside still.

Swept under the carpet, to pull out again in time…

Never really feeling healed.

Always going on like nothing bad was ever said.

Why…

How can things ever heal in time, when they aren’t allowed to be spoken about…

Stop the avoidance.

Make a change, to make a difference.

Emotions are felt and need to be known.

Respect can be given, love can be shown.

Stop the carpet piles.

Acknowledge the hurt.

Understand the pain.

Stop the avoidance and make communication a positive thing.

– M.

Taunting Waters

You challenged me with your mist.

Along your path, you hissed.

A roar, a flow, a gravitating blow, there was no release to your taunting.

Right by you, I walked.

I could smell you, without an effort or a thought.

As you reached my toes, you bellowed out more of your rough talk.

The thought of following you out, amongst your depths, is still a thought, a very daunting thought that is quite haunting.

-M.