Healing is a process

There is The Grief Stage where everything feels like it is falling apart. When the sky feels darker and your heart; heavy. And when you feel like you might never see the light of day again, you come to an understanding.

The Understanding Stage is were you begin to find peace and explore what your healing means. It is where the clouds begin to lift, the sky becomes a little brighter and your heart; lighter. And soon enough, the sun is shinning.

The The Understanding Stage is over and you have The Moving Forward Stage. Although, this stage is optional. The Healing Process has brought you this far and now it is up to you to decide. Will you use what you became to Understand to move on? Or will you let it rain another day and let the clouds swallow you up? I guess this part is up to you, choose wisely.

It is time to rise against the stormy seas, boulder through the constant mourners, live freely among those we walk towards, worship the lost, side by side.

Not afraid of being alone but charged with an awareness of one another. Drawn pens scribbling warfare with no battalions; military tone.

Armed only with words of hope, a language not curated, sentences unused by predecessors, voice an ammunition, poetry we are.

Letters strung in simple lines, complex phrases unscrambled. A capital for importance, bold reasons pronounced, italics in love. Sonnets heard by the masses.

Tellers of tales, worshippers of characters, lost in the narrative. As giant waves crash on the seashore side by side, together we are one.

Perhaps I'm too young to understand,
Perhaps I'm a hipster,
Or a rebel,
Or an idiot,
Perhaps I see things from the wrong angle,
Perhaps I've been lead astray by propaganda,
Perhaps I'm just causing trouble,
Perhaps I'm insecure,
Or angry,
Or foolish,
Perhaps I get in the way,
Perhaps I don't think about the consequences,
Perhaps I make bad calls,
Perhaps what I say makes no sense,
Perhaps everything I stand up for is false and invalid,

But you know what?
I couldn't care less.