A Soul’s Reflections
The Journey of the Healer
In the tranquil realm where heartbeats slow, Amongst the stars that softly glow, There lies a tale few dare to tell, Of the healer who in sorrow fell.
The hands that mend, that touch with care, Carry burdens too heavy to bear. In shadows deep and solace weak, A silent voice begins to speak.
“O, I am the healer, strong and true, I restore the old, I mend the new, But who will ease this inner pain, And bring me back to life again?”
Whence the moon its vigil keeps, And the world in silence sleeps, Her tears do flow like silent streams, Chasing fragments of forgotten dreams.
Oft has she been the soothing balm, In chaos, she’s the awaited calm, But who will mend the healer’s soul, Who’ll make her fragmented spirit whole?
Underneath the willow tree, With eyes as deep as the midnight sea, She’s seeking solace in the stars, Stitching heartstrings, hiding scars.
Yet in her plight, the morning sun, Speaks in hues of battles won, “Even you, who heals the rest, Must learn to heal your weary chest.”
“Look within your heart,” it gleams, “See your strength in golden beams. For the hands that mend with a lover’s zeal, Have the power to make you heal.”
In the heartache, in the throes, A fragrant wind of solace blows. The healer learns, in time’s sweet sway, To heal herself, she’ll find a way.
In quiet whispers of the dawn, In the song of the forest fawn, She finds a rhythm, a melodious rhyme, In every heartbeat, in cosmic time.
Like an echo through the silent night, She carries on with renewed might. In the face of despair, she stands taller, The healer healing, becomes the caller.
The healer’s touch is but her own, In the silent night, it’s brightly shown. The strongest healers learn to reveal, That healing oneself is the bravest deal.
Thus is the tale, the anthem sung, Of the healer’s heart forever young. In the mirror of the soul, made clearer, Lies the truth: the healer heals the healer.
~ For those who are healers needing to heal
I’ve journeyed through this narrative, reflecting upon the resilience and self-discovery of the healer. It’s a profound reminder of our shared humanity. The healer, who tirelessly mends others, finds herself grappling with her own vulnerabilities, her own need for healing. In this revelation lies a potent truth — even those who heal need healing, even those who give need to receive. The paradox is beautifully simple yet strikingly profound. We are all, at our core, healers in our own right. We have the capacity for mending — not just the world around us, but also ourselves. This understanding, encapsulated in the healer’s journey, urges us to acknowledge, accept, and nurture our own needs for healing. It’s a silent call to compassion, an invitation to self-love, and an affirmation of our inherent strength.
Below are a few other poems from my series…enjoy!
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