
In the heart of darkness, where pain resides,
There lies a spark of hope that softly guides.
Through trials and tribulations we must endure,
To find the healing that will make us pure.
It starts with a whisper, a gentle breeze,
That soothes our soul and puts us at ease.
In the midst of chaos, there is a calm,
A light that shines like a healing balm.
It is a journey, a path we must tread,
To find the peace we seek, to heal the thread
That binds our wounds and scars so deep,
To awaken from a troubled sleep.
The healing comes in many forms,
Through laughter, tears, and raging storms.
It is a process, slow and steady,
A transformation that makes us ready.
Ready to face the demons within,
To let go of the hurt and begin
A new chapter, a fresh start,
To heal the wounds of a broken heart.
The healing is like a gentle rain,
That washes away the lingering pain.
It cleanses the soul, restores the mind,
And leaves us in a state of divine.
It is a gift, a blessing from above,
A reminder that we are worthy of love.
No matter how deep the wounds may be,
There is always a way to set ourselves free.
So let us embrace the healing light,
And let it guide us through the darkest night.
For in its warmth, we will find our way,
To a place of peace and love, where we can stay.
The healing is a journey, not a destination,
A continuous process of transformation.
But with each step we take, we grow stronger,
And learn to heal ourselves no matter how much longer.
So let us embrace the healing within,
And let it cleanse us of our every sin.
For it is a gift that will set us free,
And bring us to a place of serenity.








