Healing Poems
Thread
by Jonathan Goff
I.
a cry splits the dark—
heat blooms like benediction
whispering my name.
II.
hand finds my backbone.
lips brush hair in reverence.
and the spring rain falls.
......
Acceptance
by Jonathan Goff
Shaking—
not like leaves in the wind,
but like glass in an earthquake.
Shards.
Artifacts.
Scars.
Moments frozen in amber,
each aching, each pulsing,
each with its own heartbeat—
remembering its dance.
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recuperation
by Rikske Kessner
Body betrays while caught in a tempest
The mundane morphs in peculiar ways
A silent storm stirring within you brews
With each surge, it claims a piece of you.
The office now a swaying deck
Unsteady ground, a wretched mess
Fingers clutch with fierce might
Against this inner sea’s harsh battle.
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Space
by baby panda
one moment im sitting
in a spacious white box of a room
looking at the technicolour sunset melt colours into my heart
the next i am in a stuffy old library
sunlight slanting in from the tall windows
and must staining my lungs
and my chest feels a little tight
my breath feels a little shaky
as everything i have never said aloud
crowds my mind
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Scribbles of the Soul
by Aditi Hayaran
When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down
Just anything that can express the pain
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
The Unseen Toll
by Aditi Hayaran
I'm not lazy;
I'm just tired,
Just figuring out
What months of pain rewired.
"You're healed," everyone says,
When I'm surviving each day
with constant malaise.
I don't have energy like you do;
Let me rest longer, for an hour or two.
The time stolen from my teenage,
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Walking
by Jonathan Goff
They walk in darkness
Begging to see
Their voices rise
Hungry to be seen
Invisible people
Still have
Hearts / Beating / Rhythm
Under the weight
of the waiting–
But always,
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Thread
by Jonathan Goff
I.
a cry splits the dark—
heat blooms like benediction
whispering my name.
II.
hand finds my backbone.
lips brush hair in reverence.
and the spring rain falls.
......
Acceptance
by Jonathan Goff
Shaking—
not like leaves in the wind,
but like glass in an earthquake.
Shards.
Artifacts.
Scars.
Moments frozen in amber,
each aching, each pulsing,
each with its own heartbeat—
remembering its dance.
......
Soudah and the Dutchman
by Ghairo Daniels
Soudah and Dutchman
Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga.
“Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity, confused caramel aura, threadbare clothing. Colour lived in sunflowers and sky, clothing in merino wool, eyes in streams and sunlight. She saw milk dripping from udders of his cows, his boots highly polished.
flower light at night
clear is vision, incision
spirit food landing
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