In the silence of solitude, I find my solace,
A heart once torn, now on the path to grace.
I’ve made a vow to myself, to heal and grow,
Before venturing into love’s uncertain flow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wounds still fresh, the pain so real,
I’m determined to let myself feel.
No rushing forward, no skipping steps,
I’ll navigate this healing with quiet depth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sit with my emotions, let them rise and fall,
No need to rush, no need to stall.
I’ll give myself time, as much as I need,
To tend to the wounds that love did feed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll learn from the past, its lessons profound,
So I won’t make the same mistakes, I’m bound.
To honor myself, to cherish my worth,
Before inviting another into my earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For I know that healing takes its own pace,
I won’t rush forward in a frantic race.
I’ll rebuild myself, brick by brick,
Before seeking love’s sweet candlestick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when the time is right, when I’m truly whole,
I’ll open my heart to love’s gentle toll.
But until then, I’ll tend to my soul’s need,
For in healing lies the seed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking shadow poetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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