Fix Me
Thursday: Healed people heal people
Your scream, his scream, her scream, their scream. Tacit. Hidden. Festering inside. Fix my life. Fix me. I’m broken. Why won’t anyone fix me?
I took my life as it came, hard, harder, the hardest. I went ahead, picked myself up, sometimes from far behind wherever I had been. Resilience, they call it. I learned the word here, in North America. I rejected it. For it was hope, faith in what I could do with absolutely nothing and without anyone else’s help other than my own.
No life needs mending. They only need to be seen, acknowledged, treasured, embraced, danced along, brought home. And this is something I learned recently: first by the self. The thought only brings me peace, love, serenity, feelings I sought all my life, thinking others can solely bring them on.
It’s the search for happiness. Some call it so. They are foolish enough to think of their treasures as garbage and seek treasures in garbage. We already have our happiness within us, and because we are not taught to bring it forth, it gets buried, muddled, unrecognizable.
One day, I had nothing but a blade of grass. Yet, I already had the blade of grass and myself. And what a difference that made.
I could write poems about that blade of grass, press it in my precious diary and reminisce over the time when we were alone together.
We can only heal if we find ourselves within ourselves because our own support is the strongest we will ever receive. There’s no healing without the willingness to heal from within. Likewise, there’s no healing others if we’re not at peace with who we are.
Copyright © 2021 by Georgiana Petec. All rights reserved.
Thank you 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. for the fabulous prompts we’re showered with at Know Thyself, Heal Thyself.
And thank you all so much for reading.
