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The hour of the last goodbye (Making your peace).

by Sharon Morgan

How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.

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Zen and the Art of Orange Freezes

by Kristina S

I’m oscillating
Between the sterile, serene rattle of hospital HVAC
And the sensory symphony of the garden
Both singing the same song
Of self-love and healing

A stark juxtaposition
My favorite kind
Watching the fiery orange feather celosia
Frothing in the breeze

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The Invisible Man

by Ella Collins

I, moving from this skin of confinement,
The blood blossoms clean,
Covering myself in roses.

Draping myself,
Matching the crimson branches
Clinging to my swollen orbs.

Conscious not to fashion patchwork,
But the linen lines remained,

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new moon musings

by Sarah A

watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows

never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode

didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head

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magnets

by Sarah A

your lips are magnets to my skin
it feels rare to be loved like this
i guess that’s why i’m scared to admit
afraid of losing this uncharted bliss
my involuntary response
to keep everyone far
only continues the cycle
of breaking my own heart
maybe this time is a new start
what if we strolled forever in this park

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Recent Healing Poems

The Invisible Man

by Ella Collins

Inner Universe

by Doreen Lundie

A thousand whispers
Echo in my mind
The what ifs and the maybes
That have kept me here, confined.
An inner universe forgotten.
An undiscovered life
To find the courage of acceptance
To heal the child inside

Zen and the Art of Orange Freezes

by Kristina S

on: projection

by Elisa Janer

Do I serve as a mirror to your true self?

Glowing and flourishing
in plain sight
all this you will fail to admire
too captivated by your own reflection,
which you so wrongfully envision
sutured to my face

Is it why you still treat this like a game?

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stitched scars

by shreya p.

From the time when we were first held in their arms to times where we were showered in hugs and kisses,
Moments where we held onto their finger for our first tiny steps, till the scream of excitement when we called out their name.
They were there for all our birthdays and when we fell off our bicycles and couldn’t stop crying.
When we got sick they’d stay up till 4 in the morning so we felt safe and oh how could I forget all those monsters under the bed they fought against.

They slept next to us when we had nightmares and read us bed time stories, or some from when they themselves were our age.
They sent us to an expensive private school and bought books and pens that we liked.
Lessons for the future, laughs and giggles while playing house or attending little tea parties wearing the earrings we made.
They taught us all those nursery rhymes, how to swim and more, the way to our house and their phone numbers if we needed it any more.
For emergencies they said, now it’s stuck in my head but the number isn’t valid.

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