Who heals the healer,
when there's nothing in them left?
An empty mind full of empty thoughts,
all her senses bereft.
How do you heal the healer,
when acceptance can be shunned?
She feels she doesn't deserve it back;
the quiet insecurities never outrun.
How do you help the healer,
to find herself again?
Pull the red thread taut & hold her hand,
and wait for the cries of amen.
How do you love the healer,
is an easier answer to give.
She's my life, she's my love,
I will show her how to forgive.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Who heals the healer,
when there's nothing in them left?
An empty mind full of empty thoughts,
all her senses bereft.
How do you heal the healer,
when acceptance can be shunned?
She feels she doesn't deserve it back;
the quiet insecurities never outrun.
How do you help the healer,
to find herself again?
Pull the red thread taut & hold her hand,
and wait for the cries of amen.
How do you love the healer,
is an easier answer to give.
She's my life, she's my love,
I will show her how to forgive.
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