Process to Healing

I'm not everything perfect,
He says I could be,
She tells me I should be,
They reply I would be.

Not broken yet,
Torn at the edges,
Letting my forgiveness set,
Not clung to the deaths ledge.

A new day of freedom starts,
I become a little stronger,
Learned ways to repair my heart,
There's too much beauty not to be long.

Birds sing rejoice today,
Bringing me close to find my way,
The sun is warm on my back like a friend,
With me through till the end.

Darkness still comes around,
I won't let it push me to the ground,
I sit healing slow,
It's hard just to wait.

© Care