The Problem With Healing, A Poem

This poem discusses a shift I've experienced as I move more and more towards wholeness and can see more clearly the hurt that everyone around me carries. The poem takes on a bit of a different... perspective.

Transcript

This is the problem with healing. This is the problem with going into so many of my wounds, Bringing presence and love, A balm for my own heart, Meeting me where I was not met. This is the problem, The difficulty with loving and healing so many of my wounded children. This is the problem, Is that all of those wounds become love. My capacity for love expands until I'm mostly an ocean of love in a sea of hurting people, So afraid, Who refuse so much love, Who turn away in fear, In hurt, In suspicions, To lick their wounds and not meet themselves. And so I'm lost in this ocean of love, Me with me, Sometimes we, Floating in all this love. And I'm here in the ocean, Calling out for others who are floating in this ocean, Too.

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