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“writing your poem is the inhale. sharing your poem is the exhale.
and there is healing in the exhale.”

Sukina Douglas

This Year, The Greatest Lesson

In 2024…

The greatest lesson = the greatest gift 

The greatest gift = the deepest pain 

The deepest pain = the deepest healing 

The deepest healing = the most loving, gentle & vulnerable parts of me

A long-awaited homecoming 

The inner child, she – they are healing. 

To myself, i’ve welcomed me back with arms stretched out to the sky 

I cry, tears of joy — thank you, universe. I. AM. ALIVE! 

A thousand warm embraces for the countless challenges i’ve faced. 

A journey towards a thousand tender kisses. 

A deep sigh of relief on steady shoulders i can lean on. 

Breathe, i started counting out the pattern of my breath. 

Inhaling goodness and exhaling this coat i call depression.  

Healing the inner child — that was, and still is, the greatest lesson. 

I count my steps as i count my blessings. 

For i walk the path, i slowly reclaim the sense of self i was missing. 

The air fills my lungs with gratitude

Between a sea of strangers, old friends, and my solitude.

Everyday is a new day for me to just be. I am safe, i am loved, i am good. 

Claiming independence from codependence, I’ve set myself free. 

Life, it may wax and wane unpredictably, 

But trusting the process means to surf the waves endlessly. 

With every challenge, a realization. An epiphany. 

And with every fall – a cathartic reverie. 

In spaces i feel i must be, i run back to myself and

Make my inner child feel what it means to be loved unconditionally. 

No more running from my heart. 

Though battered, bruised, scared, and scarred.

I forever hold all my broken parts

Put them together and whisper, “you’re safe now. I’ll keep you away from harm.”

Celebrate all moments, as they are all miracles. 

In the mountain of healing, there is no ultimate pinnacle.  

I celebrate all that is here. All that has stayed. 

Grateful for everything, amidst the pain & heartbreak. 

I’m still here, that’s reason enough to celebrate. 

Celebrating life, because i could’ve died. 

Celebrating having survived.

Wanting to thrive. 

And just being alive. 

The healing made me compassionately curious, 

Full of wonder and awe. 

Doing my best to stay in the present moment, 

And looking forward to a brighter tomorrow. 

For as long I walk the healing path everyday,

Even if i move in different directions — i won’t lose my way. 

I dream of a better future, for myself and for others. 

The kind of future where we can all be kind to one another. 

Deeply rooted in the love and abundance of Mother Nature.

May all of our deepest wounds heal beneath the sutures. 

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