Shes healing and peace building and thriving
Healing is not the easy way out
Its the poking and prodding at the holes I've patched over to ignore their existence
Its the opening up the locked doors to rooms I've since forgotten
Its the sitting in the unkempt
The peace building is the cultivating of grace
Its the lessening of judgement to others and mostly myself
Its the realization the more gentle I approach my darkness the less harsh i become when confronted
With the darkness of others
Its the learning i don't have to carry the responsibility of someone elses healing journey
Its the learning that i can observe not absorb everything
The boundary setting and keeping
Thriving is a word I can feel overwhelmed by
Almost as if its out taunting me
Ready with its stoic stance to discredit me
To mock me
Its the giggles in the background
The scoff
So I cower and ignore its existence
Thriving scares me because I fear I'm not it
I fear its report card as if it has one
I'm weary at the thought of not making its final cut
Thriving may be many things
But it is not the taunting villain
Its more of the supportive audience
The getting of your jokes
The wooing and clapping
The hyping you up
Thriving is stoic in its stance
But only to assure you that your trying is not in vain
You are healing and peace building and thriving
