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#healing poetry
nnezzy · 5 months
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"To be loved, is to be changed"
but does it also apply when you never loved yourself, and at some point, you start doing it?
They always refer to it as a second person loving you, and then changing afterward because you got loved. But what about when for years you despised yourself so hard you punished your soul for the only purpose of being alive, and then you started patiently liking yourself ? Observing the way I gently scooped a spider in the corner of my bathroom to set him free. Before, I would've killed it. Noticing how I listen to my heartbeat in the middle of the night and being thankful to exist. Before, the sound of my lungs expanding, irritated me. Accepting that some of my actions WILL hurt people, and I'll learn from my mistakes. Before, I would've crucified myself for hurting anyone.
To be loved, is to be changed, in the sense that for years, all I've ever known was anger and hate for my existence, and now, that I'm not surrounded by it, the world suddenly turnred quiet and peaceful, and in some occasions, worth living. Maybe we should start adding this to the list: to be loved BY YOURSELF, is to change, slowly, and gradually.
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tilting-at-windmills · 2 months
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Kintsugi. The Yazidi people. Trauma. Resilience.
Just try the chapbook. Why the fuck not?
Literally just described as: "the best part of the movie/story where the character just went through hell but here they come back, battered and bruised but you can tell they are about to kick ass, that scene right there ! Right as they come out the fire and burning building
its super vulnerable way, very honest but also very hopeful . Its not sad poetry at all, there’s a huge theme of perseverance , like Girl-as-Lion! That one is great!! The last bit of that is damn!"
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samxcamargo · 8 months
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Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛
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Child, oh child,
Am I raising you well?
Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?
I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.
I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.
But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.
I love you, though it wasn't something I got.
Is that enough?
For me, it was the only thing lacking.
Voiceless child,
I hear your cries.
I hear your pleas.
I try to help.
Sightless child,
I'll be your eyes.
I'll tell you what is
wrong and right.
Overhearing child,
I'll cover your ears.
So you do not hear
what your father says.
Broken child,
I will love you.
Crying child,
I will hug you.
Lonely child,
I will try,
try to heal you, try to raise you.
Even if you exist
In a mirror only.
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littlethoughtsat3am · 7 months
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I run from grief until it finds me one day making dinner alone in my apartment, and something about the way the dishes clatter reminds me of your laugh
And it consumes me
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look back at yourself, and all the “You’s” you’ve been
take the time to settle in, slowly stretch into your skin.
let yourself feel the rain, and let the sunlight in
don’t forget that was once yours
will be yours again.
life is one long, fast ride,
and somehow very slow.
you may feel that you’ve been laid down,
in a frozen drift of snow.
your soul is always reaching out, grasping
for the reason,
i think, perhaps the meaning is
you’re a soul, in every season.
the universe will learn itself, through the soft shine in your eyes
and in the universe i’m sure,
a lighter, softer “You!!”,
you will find.
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lucymydarling · 2 years
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I've learned to fall in love with everything because I was taught to love nothing, and each time something breaks me I smile wider, knowing that at least flowers can still grow from the pieces of my mosaic heart.
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livalinite · 3 months
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Temporary
One must remember Storms aren't forever The dark skies that flood With tears and unwashed blood Those are only temporary Bits of pain to carry For a soul must feel As that's what it means to be real
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authormorganbrady · 3 months
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the shadow man in my room wants to come back.
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maggielogic · 8 months
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I wrote this after watching “My Mind and Me” 💌✨📚💕
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nnezzy · 5 months
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All the people I've ever hurt have their names carved at the entrance of my heart, and each one of them owns a door inside of it.
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my poetry book „and finally I’ve found peace“ is available on amazon🤍🌞⬇️⬇️
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ourburningbridges · 11 months
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Life’s Beauty Marks
learning to love and embrace your ACNE beauty marks. nature is gorgeous.
i love my blemishes,
a new scar everyday.
my flesh is alive
and that’s okay.
they’re only beauty marks,
graced on the space
on my back, up my shoulders
and on my face.
i love to be alive,
with skin that breathes.
the strength in my guts
puts me at ease.
they’re only natural,
you’re human just like me.
don’t let the vigor on my vessel
be all you see.
-I.F.L 🫁
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asixnfr0g · 22 days
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"𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓭𝓼"
It's okay
To rip off a bandaid slowly.
Sometimes
We have to get used
To the pain
And what it feels like first
Before we can
Pull it off entirely.
And for it
To even come off,
It takes slowness and steadiness,
Or else
There will be residue.
You don't have to
Do everything fast;
Take your time,
Acknowldge what's around you,
Identify what you're working with.
It's all healing
The same person anyway.
Because that
Was what they're made for.
~ asixnfr0g
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foliederive · 1 year
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I cut people off and shut people out ruthlessly with no regret. I keep my word and let people live on without me and feel confident that it is their loss. But with you, it was more like shutting the door slowly when you’re not ready to say goodbye. I kept peeking around the corner to see if you were still there. I ran to the window and watched you drive away once I finally shut you out.
mbp
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littlethoughtsat3am · 7 months
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It’s not that I miss you less
Now that time has passed since I’ve lost you
It’s like walking with a limp
I have merely learned to live with it’s existence
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