In The Arms Of My Angel

I don’t care what anybody ever tells you.

it is the human touch that heals the soul

it is the yearning and craving of touch

that causes us to seek a crutch

I don’t know about you

but honestly

I have those days

when no matter the waves of sunshine

brought by compliments of others

it is still for me and always will be

the arms of someone who loves me

willing to hold

until my tears bring relief

as I struggle to be whole

I’m not there yet and I can’t afford

to give away my goodness before I know

if you are the one that will hold me

as I repair my soul

please my sweet angel

come hold me so my soul can fly higher

9.24.13 mozayik “the souls’ poet”

Healing is a process and I have stopped forcing the memories back into my subconscious.  I am optimistic about my healing, but the truth of it is.  I have to cry, I have to remember and that is not easy.  Doing it alone sometimes makes me sad because I endured it alone.  But, I am comforted by my Angels’ constant presence.  In those moments when I feel most alone.  I sense my Angel holding me and wiping my tears.  She tells me that this will pass and on the other side is relief.  She has not lied to me yet.  Tears release endorphin’s that make us feel better.  I am going to keep moving forward.  There is no stopping me now~

 

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