Wishing healing from trauma was as simple
as an eraser to the mind
or taking out a set of eyes and wiping the shit clean
before resetting them back into the sockets
but it’s not…
If I could make you un-see all the shit that occurred
trust me I’d happily take it from you, so you’d no longer hurt or feel that heavy sadness
that looks so familiar as my experience, but its not
It’s yours
but your sadness, is an emotion I understand
here take my hand and let me use this empathy…
You’re not alone, I’m here just sitting beside you
You don’t have to say anything, or you can curse at the hand you’ve been dealt
or cry all your fears out
and I promise not to insult you by wiping them away before you’re done
This is something once given to me,
and this is the premise of paying it forward…
may you also find a little bit of peace,
It’s sometimes hard to admit life can weigh us down
It’s ok to be not ok
but if it’s like that, all I ask is share it
It’ll be alright, it’ll be alright (cause you’re not alone)
You’re not alone
freeflowpoet
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