Hello, and I hope you are well! Today I am evaluating my progress in my healing journey. I have had a lot of changes in the last ten years, and it’s changed how I look at life.
I used to have a sense of control over things around me. Over the years, I have learned that I almost control nothing. The only thing I can control is myself, and that’s not even easy.
Thankfully, I have been able to manage my emotions better than in the past. It might be bittersweet because I might block out more things than I should, but we need to do what we need to do to survive, and healing can be a long process. I hope to one day heal from all that has happened, but for now, I am hanging onto the process, and taking it very slowly.
OK, poetry time… This poem is about the journey of healing.
The Journey of Loss
~poetry~
There is no one way
to deal with grief or loss
There is only your own individual path
and your own delicate journey
I can’t inspect why
you do the things you do
moving on seems scary-
it’s like you almost get
addicted to the throbbing pain
I’m done with torturing myself
and want a life
that’s not controlled
by fear and doubt
I’m feeling trapped
and can’t get out
but I see the door
I’m getting out
it’s not too late
I’m not too old
I’m not too weak
I can trust that God
will carry me through
and I’ll come out
on the other side
a better human
a better me
I can have
a chance at life
I can find my peace again
~Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe and be blessed!~