Poetry

To heal

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I had to pull back all the layers that kept me safe all these years: My past insecurities, my uncertainties about my future, and the memories of my past I was still holding onto for far too long.

I thought I had no desire to let them go because if I did, how could I forget and forgive those who hurt me with their words that still haunt me to this day?

So, I could start living in the present, which has ups and downs.

But I’ve learned those struggles have me growing as strong as a tree, and my many layers fall off like fallen leaves.

I am lighter and brighter, and I know I am a fighter until the end.

But I know I have much more to give as my wounds start to peal over and heal to the warmth of autumn’s beauty that surrounds me again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.

3 thoughts on “To heal”

  1. How does a “tree” know its strength if it is not blown by a wind? We are that tree at different stages in life. Some break while others, even pushed down, stand back up.

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