Moments of Healing

 


I notice my thoughts, each one a guest,
Some bring me calm, some bring unrest.

I name my feelings, without disguise,
I sit with them gently, I do not chastise.

I track my breath, inhale, exhale,
A simple anchor when storms prevail.

I reach for support, a hand, a voice,
Together we carry the heaviest choice.

Progress is steady, not always straight,
I honor small victories, I cultivate.

Self-compassion guides me, patient and true,
Each day I heal, each day I renew.

Moments are mine, I learn to see,
Aware, present, embracing me.

Healing unfolds in its own pace,
I hold my mind with gentle grace.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

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