What They Don’t Tell You About Healing…
What they don’t tell you about healing…
You feel its weight on your chest,
Like it’s pieced together with tape.
It’s fragility on your heart,
As if to be dangled on a puppet string
It’s emptiness in your belly.
As your rib cage claws at nothingness.
Hugging yourself to keep everything intact.
Water wells behind your eyes by small triggers.
To heal is to become healthy again.
It is not the glamorized version we see in magazines.
The meditative pillow on the floor.
The bubble baths and incense.
Face masks and champagne.
It’s making peace with the unhealthy parts of yourself.
Only to start from scratch again.