A Journey To Healing Entirely

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”