on healing


I sit with myself on the floor.

It’s nice here. I’m warm.

My mind is gentle with me now—

gentle enough for the time being.


I’m glad I’m back. I let my eyes

blur a little; in my peripheral vision

the glowing pine inhales with me

softly. “For now,” it says, “we

can be home.”

  • Author: willowthewisp (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2023 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: reflections by a christmas tree, written late last december.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, rhmn_7.


  • orchidee

    Good write W.

    • willowthewisp

      Thank you Orchi. It felt good to write!

    • L. B. Mek

      thanks for sharing
      (be it pine or another's heart
      we need only find a connection
      to overcome our fear's of isolation
      healing path for our scars and hurt)

      • willowthewisp

        Thank you for your kind and thoughtful words! Finding connection (whether it be with our surroundings, with others, or with ourselves) truly does make the path towards (and of) healing much brighter.

      • rhmn_7

        Even if just for a moment, being home is the best feeling.

        • willowthewisp

          Absolutely! Whether it's returning home, or finding new "homes" (be it a physical location, a person, or even just a feeling), it's just such a peaceful, warm way to be. Thank you for your comment and for the fave, I really do appreciate them:)

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