A journey to healing entirely

Written by: laura Hew

You cannot rush
My healing process
My skin has invisible marked scars
From the verbal and mental abuse it endured
I let your lingual assaults have the power to damage my identity

Summer rain washes away your words
when they rise to the surface
I was like a pelican with oil heavily weighing down my wings
and my feet pound across the slick cement surface
Hoping if I run far enough, I'll leave behind the memory of it

I confess my deepest sentiments to a stranger
who listens intently and has become my pathfinder 
When I have lost my way to loving myself
.......................

I KNOW that I am hiding in the shadows
Camouflaged from those who could break my heart

I am HERE!! IN THIS PLACE 
WAITING!!!!!!!!
 Awaiting the moment where my power that I have wrapped a security blanket over
Will Rise
from the Cobra position
to the Tree
Solid with both feet planted on the floor
I will no longer cower like a wounded animal
No... my will has only grown stronger

You cannot rush the healing process
As it is a journey of itself
A pilgrimage where one must venture out alone
To the lonely shores of Ireland
Where the waves crashing on rocks is the only vivid sound
I will cry, and I will re-live the hurt
I will overcome the addiction that kept me from the world
I have grown so weary of taking so much out on my humanly body
I await the days where I proclaim the words  “I love me”