There is no rush to healing,
no order. What is healing!?
is it a switch on the wall
or inside my body that I,
or someone, should turn on
so that my crooked self is
straight, so it fits my clothes,
or so the teeny, tiny spot
in my brain is fixed, but
it is in my power to be
respectful of the body and brain I have,
and care for me the way I am today.
When I need help,
when my courage fails,
others are always there
to steady me. Yet healing
is always in my hands
~ each minute of day
at sunrise and sunset
and in the dark of night.
“Our sorrows and wounds are healed only
when we touch them with compassion.”
~ Buddha
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