Healing

Delicate flowers with a fragile neck
Old schools with windows open
A cracked glass that caught the light
A piece of its cloth, frayed and bright.

My mouth is burned from a hot bite
Taken too quick for a quick delight.
I sit here, the next day.
With nothing left to say.

Learning is so difficult.
But unlearning? Relearning?
Mending things?
That is where the struggle begins.

To break free from the burden of your own thoughts.
Find courage where there is glass.
Broken, but with sunlight in its arms.
Bleed through the hurt, for healing to begin from harm.

To become a sun,
Over and over again.

~insight07
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