Rituals for Healing

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It was,

like an old friend at a high school reunion,

unrecognizable at first.

 

Those I love

had assured me

that it existed.

 

And so,

day

after

day,

I trusted the rituals I knew

would save me.

 

I walked

the treads of my shoes smooth.

Wrote in my journal,

crying myself dry.

Surrounded the tub with candles

And soaked my deadened soul.

 

I trusted the process. Believed,

even when

I had no faith.

 

And then, joy made its way to me,

held my hand,

and asked me to dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Wendy Jones

Writer, coach, artist

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