It’s like the beginning all over again,
adding salt to open wounds.
For I had grown stronger,
forgetting the past.
My safety has been broken,
searching through my heart.
Dissecting to find the answers,
memories flow abundent.
I thought I was fine,
it turns out I tricked myself.
Questioning turns to fear,
breathing turns to gasping.
Tears stream down my face,
“Oh God please help me”
I feel helpless and vunerable,
guilty to an extent.
Its all part of the healing process.
God hasnt finished with me yet.
The healing process is just like a pimple or boil; until you get out the core, it cannot heal. You can’t heal until you have got the core of your problems to come to the surface,where you can confront them and heal in the process.
I hope you enjoy this piece about the healing process.
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