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The Path to Healing.

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,

Lies a heart that’s weary, a soul that’s lost in deep.

Once it danced in daylight, with laughter in its song,

Now it seeks for solace, where broken hearts belong.

Through the tears of sorrow, and whispers of the past,

It journeys on a pathway, where wounds are meant to last.

Each step is heavy-laden, with memories that sting,

But hope, like dawn’s first light, begins to softly sing.

In the bloom of morning, with petals kissed by dew,

The heart starts to awaken, to dreams that feel anew.

It paints its own horizon, with colors bold and bright,

Finding strength in sunlight, reclaiming its own light.

With every gentle heartbeat, it learns to love again,

Embracing all the moments, the joy, the tears, the pain.

In the dance of seasons, in the calm and in the storm,

The heart grows ever stronger, reshaping its own form.

No longer bound by heartache, or shadows of the past,

It rises from the ashes, a phoenix free at last.

For in the depths of healing, in the journey long and true,

The heart discovers beauty, in learning to renew.

In friendships deeply cherished, in laughter shared with ease,

The heart finds gentle comfort, a balm to wounds that seize.

It seeks the simple pleasures, in walks beneath the sky,

In sunsets golden splendor, where worries fade and die.

Through the words of wisdom, from those who’ve walked before,

It gains a deeper insight, a courage to explore.

No longer fearing failure, nor the sting of love’s refrain,

The heart stands tall and open, embracing life again.

With time, the scars grow fainter, though they never truly fade,

They tell a tale of courage, of how the heart was made.

From fragments torn and scattered, a masterpiece now shown,

A heart that once was broken, now beautifully regrown.

In the symphony of living, in every note and rhyme,

The heart beats ever steady, with the passage of time.

It knows that in the journey, both the joy and pain belong,

For they weave the perfect melody, of a heart forever strong.

by walking shadow poetry Kenya.


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