Pieces of Her.....Healing through the pain

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Lingering ghosts and shadows of memories...sadness untold....

Residual palings of nightmares...continued...unfold....


Her healing is that through the middle of the storm....

That ever completely loops inside her....taking violent form


She has learned about the difficulty of sharing once more....

Strange how they seem to think it makes sense to ignore....


In the middle of her statements and recollections afore.... 

quick to admonish her memories of core...


"No...oh no....Thats not how it happened"...is what they begin to say..  

then her mind begins to swirl and go wildly astray...


What is worse than not healing from wounds cut so deep....

Is the forever eraser of invalidations ....left sinking to weep.


The memories that have had her bound in defeat...

She is desperately seeking for understanding....to meet.... 


Somehow believing she will find it if she says it aloud.

An ounce of compassion.... instead given shroud...


Ever tormented by travesties once left her soul for dead...

Terrified to trust or believe always stuck in her head.


For fear of their judgement and discounting of such....

She much hide her wounds from them all ....

Because they say.... its too much.


She breaks the silence and validates her own pain...

To give wounded severance a place not in vain..


Please do not judge her the path she must walk...

It is not for the hatred or opposition to talk.


Only To begin the path of true healing to start....

She knows that her wounds and her scars will always be a part.


She forgives the oppressor as we have all fallen short.... 

Releasing herself the freedom to begin the journey to sort.....


Freedom the quest for her own heart for truth...in the pain 

That all that was caused... not meant to be given....only sadness remain...


Cycles repeated until the ones that were doing.... could conquer the feat....

To change what was learned to the outcomes..... no longer repeat....


She is now walking her path of truth.... no matter what they say....

For pure purpose in truth driven.....and healing....this is the only way...


Healing..... her mission....understanding the view ....

Begin as it is.....or it was that it was....

she knew.....



DesertRose




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