When going thru my healing journey, someone reminded me of my gifts.
It was the strangest thing...because there I was Falling Apart.
And someone thought I should think about my Gifts.
And I got so curious and annoyed by this suggestion, that it made me think - Of the actual GiftS!
And the more I thought of it, the more I discovered the things within me that I had put aside.
Poetry was one of those things. A gift.
And so I started writing down my pain.
Telling my story.
In no time, poetry would become major part of my healing journey.
Who would've thought that A pen, A Paper, and Spoken Words, Could Heal?
What gifts can you lean into along your healing journey?
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