The Healed

Healed people heal people

I was a sufferer Of the broken pieces

I sailed through In the sea of Betrayal I walked by the bank As a victim of losses

In those moments of Helplessness And frustration I thought I owned it But didn’t know I sold it

Into a deep sleep of self-awareness Opened an inner chamber And I embarked on healing rituals

Came back refreshed By the sea breeze, walked into Acknowledgment and empowerment.

Having the license to heal As a victor of the seal And your instructor on the healing.

Embark with me on a journey In our community of Heal Thyself You will Know Thyself to Heal Thyself

We are solely responsible for how we allow the hurt to get on us and its management. When I own my wound, it makes me not condition my healing at the mercy of others.

Regardless of what caused the hurt or happened, I choose whether to remain in that victim’s mood. Or get off the ride of that negative feeling.

We can only be called healers, only when we have nurtured and healed our inner wounds. Going through it entails our different versions. As we got healed, our stories and the lessons we learned become study guides to others in the healing paths.

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