Honey, a poem

oh, how swiftly brilliance eagerness intensity gets dulled by shame shimmering turns flat brightness hides in shadows elegance is muddled love quashed a call to (re)turn to vulnerability and tenderness again and again and again.

Healing.

I had always imagined healing would be this ethereal experience. The sun shining, a community of support, basking in a feeling of wholeness… That is until I really dedicated myself to a healing path.   I then came to understand the often lonely, painful, and dark path healing sometimes requires.