When we live in the trauma of the past, we can miss the beauty of a rose,
focusing instead – on the thorns. As we search the sky for answers
all we really need, is to see the beauty right next to us.
As our confidence returns, we begin
to let go of the emptiness
and we are filled
with a sense
And that is when we can receive the healing, that was always meant for us.
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