Healing Poems - Poems about Healing

Silent flames, scars speak through the night, broken breath, wild and torn— rain and snake coil wounds unseen, I bleed to heal me...

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In the darkness, a voice cries out, a shattering scream in the midnight hour. Trust turned to ash, shattered and raw, beneath the weight of an unwanted power. Hands that should heal become claws that tear, and silence grows louder in the air. A soul splintered, seeking the dawn— to rise again, though battered and worn....

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I gave my heart, it bled so deep, Tried to hold on, but couldn’t keep, Nights were cold, tears fell like rain, Whispered low, let go the pain. I searched for love, but it slipped free, Flickers lost where light should be, Through all the hurt, I learned to see— Maybe sometimes you just gotta let it be....

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sober now, and every second screams louder than the last. the silence i begged for now drips like acid through my spine. when i was high, the world floated — hazy, dull-edged, a soft lie i could breathe in. without choking on memory. without shaking from truth. but now i wake up to light too sharp for eyes that have seen too much, and sleep...

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I'm sorry I know you may have never been told that But you deserve it And so if nobody is gonna tell you that I will You deserve it In a world that has told us to be strong And has held us to impossibly high standards I wanted you to know that you matter And you deserved better From the world From your own I'm...

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time and aging affects us all that's the story convincingly told yet there can appear a healing emptiness in these empty words ...

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She says she loves me—yet dreams of another, her heart adrift on restless tides, where my name dissolves into echoes, a whisper lost before breath takes hold. I am broken. I see her alone within my marrow, etched into the walls of my being. But she sees him, an apparition of longing, a mirage flickering in the heat of her wanting. I am splintered. I stand...

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I know you’re still trying to make sense of what happened. Maybe you won’t get all the answers, and maybe that’s not what you need right now. It’s okay to feel heavy this morning. It’s okay if you’re not okay. Letting go without having every reason doesn’t mean you’re giving up. It means you’re choosing...

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time and seeming aging affects us all that's the story told and told convincingly yet appearing with a healing emptiness appearing as these words...

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Broken pieces mend, Slowly, gently finding place, New wholeness takes hold. ©bfa051725 ...

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What a beautiful story this is a garden blooming after drought when fire scorched the thirsty earth and silence sang the darkest song. You cupped your heart like fragile glass let quiet wrap around your bones not rushing past the shattered shards but learning how to stand alone. Slow stitches pulled from trembling hands threaded hope through every tear and in that gentle mending space you...

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a wounded heart anguish expressed cause of pain ~ identification with form delusion will in timeless time be dispelled soul illumined with love’s healing touch warm we feel the pain, since we are all connected yet as dreams within dreams so unfold in staid stillness we dwell in the void invoking God’s grace, aura gold obstacles faced are but life tests akin to rise...

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I am a mess — but not one to be fixed. I am the ruins and the rebuilding. I am the storm that walked away from the wreckage, Still breathing. Still burning. Still me. They hurt me. Often. And I stayed. Not because I was weak — But because I believed people were more than their wounds. I saw the parts no one else...

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It was silly to ever think A summer song is what inspired the flowers When the music stopped they still bloomed The flowers never needed a melody And neither do you ...

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She said I can't trust you. You are to cleaver for me. so why do I stay? it sounds foreign to be close to you my dear. My morning star right there. Can you help? Can you heal? instead, you are poison for me. Now you have my soul, but you can't own me. so please move, step back, don't move. don't f$%ken touch...

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