Healing

The journey to self-healing can

be tough like nails that were

hammered into a concrete wall.

Norms you adjusted to?

You must leave behind and never practice again.

Change can be scary like missing a

dozen phone calls from your mom.

Once you call her back—

Yeah, yeah…

she’s not going to be too pleased with you.

Stepping from out your comfort zone

can also trigger the flight or fight response.

Do I take flight when I see a group of stunning

women that have such loose, refined hair and

well-defined bodies—

switching in their walks as their luxury designer

bags follow them?

Or do I fight when someone challenges my beliefs—

attacking my viewpoints like a pack of hungry wolves

making a skin-and-bone hammock of its prey

after they get through with mauling it alive?

Regardless of my senses, I must keep myself content.

One slight error in my demeanor—

can cause me to make a critical mistake.

I’ll get set back on the social hierarchy

Not only that, but—

these inner demons named retaliation and malice—

will show their faces.

So many feelings that I kept condensed—

sadness, rage, embarrassment, ignorance

impatience, insensitivity,

egoism, obsession, and pity—

will blow up in everyone’s faces

like landmines on war grounds.

So many whims I’ve never acted on—

such as unsaid words, cruel things I desired to do to

those who wronged me—

they will arise from the ashes to become alive.

I cannot let that happen.

I don’t want to go back to that dark place

Please, please, no.

I will not go back to that place

I will not go back to that place

I will not go back to that place!