Healing

In the nook and cranny of my busy day, 

I take a second to wonder.

What it'd be like to be truly healed,

To not have every day be a blunder.

I think healing always meant to me, 

To have the strength to have kindness,

Some ideal version of a spitfire girl,

Who, to pain, will never surrender.

I imagine the duality of healing,

Being strong and being gentle.

How papercuts and scarred skin, 

Can be healed with tender.

They said healing will be beautiful,

It'll help you live the life you want.

I think I skipped fast forward, 

On the cans and can'ts. 

Someday, I will be able,

To not cry when called sensitive,

I'll heal the childhood trauma, 

I'll be less tentative.

I thought I could heal, 

To fix what I did not break.

I think somewhere I forgot, 

You gotta love yourself before being healed.

This fantasy, this little game,

Of being a better version,

Tonight, of all nights, let me ask, 

Why must I be a better person?

-InsanelyHilarious