Healing Poems
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
The hour of the last goodbye (Making your peace).
by Sharon Morgan
How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
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Self Repairs
by Seren VonStein
Unexpected,
I felt excitement
You sent me a text
And all the resentment
Melted away.
I saw you,
I heard you,
And I remembered.
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I Must Heal
by Leigh Yah
It all makes sense now
Those nights I deprived myself from sleep
Those days I wondered where and how
And those moments I combat with anxiety.
I lost count of the times I endured infidelity
But that isn't the only case I had to deal with
My vision was clear but I feel like I'm blinded
Too bad, ignoring all the clues became a habit.
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From Womb to Tomb
by Pilgrim Roy
From womb to tomb I am condemned to be
completely blind and unable to see.
I have never, ever seen the light of day
and have to use a stick to find my way.
Never to see the glory of the setting sun,
or to gaze into the eyes of anyone.
Blind, I entered into this earthly scene.
Blind, I shall depart, never to have seen.
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The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
The Invisible Man
by Ella Collins
I, moving from this skin of confinement,
The blood blossoms clean,
Covering myself in roses.
Draping myself,
Matching the crimson branches
Clinging to my swollen orbs.
Conscious not to fashion patchwork,
But the linen lines remained,
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Inner Universe
by Doreen Lundie
A thousand whispers
Echo in my mind
The what ifs and the maybes
That have kept me here, confined.
An inner universe forgotten.
An undiscovered life
To find the courage of acceptance
To heal the child inside
Zen and the Art of Orange Freezes
by Kristina S
I’m oscillating
Between the sterile, serene rattle of hospital HVAC
And the sensory symphony of the garden
Both singing the same song
Of self-love and healing
A stark juxtaposition
My favorite kind
Watching the fiery orange feather celosia
Frothing in the breeze
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on: projection
by Elisa Janer
Do I serve as a mirror to your true self?
Glowing and flourishing
in plain sight
all this you will fail to admire
too captivated by your own reflection,
which you so wrongfully envision
sutured to my face
Is it why you still treat this like a game?
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Pilgrim Roy (1 poems about Healing)
I am a pilgrim travelling the heavenly way walking through life with Jesus. He is my constant companion and friend