Looking back, I do not know how I kept breathing
But from the grace of kind hands that held me up
I had lost all reasons to invest in believing
Except for the faith of those who saw what I could not see.
Dear soul, this is the full circle, my moment of gratitude
When I realize the miracles encapsulated in a handful of years
That healed a battered, bleeding, desperately fighting heart
With the illumination of little grains of hope through my tears.
I will not forget what brought me here
To this place of overwhelming gratitude
The way my soul was pulled by a greater power
In the dark, cold hours of sheer survival
To this warm, welcoming, healing space
That offered me the compassion of grace,
And I’ll leave a lantern shining here in the dark
In case you wander near, in case you feel lost
For souls have a way of remembering light
Even when time has passed, even when our eyes lose sight.
The Therapy of Words 