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
