Healing is a glorified concept
Of quick solutions, magical regeneration
Rainbows arching over flower meadows
Using words like letting go, moving on
As a guise for our breaking hearts.
What if we saw healing in its true form?
Messy, labile, excruciatingly painful
A mirror reflecting harsh reality
Coming face-to-face with our distortions
As well as our resilience.
Healing travels like a time machine
Huge leaps forward, free-falling backward
Learning to savor the present moment.
Healing generates instability
Pushing us out of safe enclosures
Teaching us, by force, to adapt, survive
Building mental endurance over miles and miles
Of emotional pandemonium,
Realizing only later in hindsight
How far we have come.
The Therapy of Words 