The Healer
I'm a healer. Full of color and Sight.
Trying to help. But I'm not always right.
I am broken. I don't need to be saved.
I helped myself out. I'm no longer enslaved.
I am restless. That's why I moved on.
Made up my mind. So glad that I'm gone.
I trust no one. I am at a conjunction.
Fixed myself up. I will make myself function.
I have called out. I need to be heard.
But look in my eyes. I won't utter a word.
All the insults. The lies that were told.
Rescued myself. I broke their hold.
I am blessed now. I took back my life.
Reclaimed my happiness. Ending their strife.
Have a future. I now heal my own pain.
Holding on tight. I now dance in the rain.
I am safe now. I will always uplift.
I'm a healer. Now growing my gift.
Poetry Written By:
Eryn Dunbar
Comments
I see your passion
I see your pain
I see your struggle and what you have gained
I see you are growing in your land down south
I see you are thriving in the land of our peoples
Keep growing, writing, and enjoy the freedom of your life.
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