The Healer Within. (Poem)
The anguish, the fury,
that I ever sustained,
the child in me;
that had never complained.
The wounds of the soul,
that my little heart carried,
which could've been easily revealed,
but I chose to have them buried.
The adult in me was driven;
by ravenous ambitions,
and little did I know,
that it's a perfect recipe for frustration.
I started looking for peace,
I traveled far and wide,
some Saint, Guru or Mahatma,
who could show me the clear light.
As I sat, in the silence of my room one day,
unhappy, frustrated and confused;
there entered some filtered sun rays,
and magically my anger defused.
The silence had brought me
the answers loud,
the ones which I was
looking in the crowd.
My deepest fears were addressed,
and my soul was set free.
I learned to forgive myself and others;
as for healing, that was the key.
My spirit is elevated now,
to let my journey begin;
I am not afraid of old scars or wounds,
as I have my healer within.
that my little heart carried,
the answers loud,
looking in the crowd.
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