What it Takes to Heal, a poem

As I may have mentioned before, I haven’t written in a while – at least, until recently. I haven’t tried too hard to force myself back into writing – for fear of running myself off. I’ve just decided – if I can write, I will write. Sure enough, the words are starting to flow and I’m grateful to finally express some of the feelings that get so easily tucked in and away from everyone else (even myself).

The funny thing is – I often feel them, but can’t put a name to them. I’m not really sure where the stress comes from. However, when I write – I cannot hide from myself. I guess there are some who say that some things are better not expressed, but my heart is a lot better off when I’m aware. It has less of a tendency to drag me down or allow me to get into my own way. It’s not to say that I can’t label my own emotions – but more like I can’t always explain what is driving them. Have you ever been in a foul mood and you could not figure out why? That’s what I’m talking about. Anyway, writing, for me – is cheap therapy. It’s actually pretty nice to be an open book again – free to be me.

As I have done in the past, I decided to write these words for one of the photographs I have taken at the gardens.

Here are my latest words:

What it Takes to Heal

I wanted

to sing the wind

a melody –

a soulful tune

of ache and sorrow

but then, release

an overwhelming

chorus

of purpose and hope.

I wanted

to feel –

to scratch

at my tender wounds

to encourage

my healing.

I wanted

to fall

to my knees

and weep

for what is dead

but then rejoice

at what is still

alive,

despite the

fouled soil.

I know

I can grow

beyond this moment

which does not

define

who we are,

it just hasn’t

been easy.

But now,

I have to

stop being afraid

to plant my dreams

and nourish them

with a little optimism.

© Sumyanna 2020

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