Writings

in a flash of brilliance
there was light
invading the darkness
and bringing healing to the soul
with no words to quite explain
the lifting of the shame
and the spread of warmth
from my feet up to my brain

but i felt it in my chest
the call for healing at its best
that came with each crack
on the 3rd
'is it over' she asked?
'its truely started' was the word
and each breath came
more freely than the last

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