I know healing begins not with kindness and compassion but with pressure it finds the bruises inside your heart, I know healing begins when the hidden pain is pressed and talked about and I nearly shout in pain, I know healing begins where I can feel I was safe, I can feel myself true beyond I can share yet still tender underneath, I know healing begins in the gasp of the moment, in the sting of the heart, in the sharp truth that will not flatter beyond I know healing begins not in comfort if your deeper feeling but in acceptance to correction only of you’re willing to…
I once believed that having rest was cure,numbing my feelings would see that stillness alone could repair me, I once believed that silence was my safety zone,quieting my thoughts is enough but silence only left the weakness alive, I once believed that pain is meant for me alone where I had failed myself—why else would it return so sharply, I once believed that escape was the answer, keeping myself distant to the world though running only made me carry the wound further, I once believed that my feelings was wrong, feeling validated is more than enough—but now healing is not escape, it is endurance.
Strength is beyond formed where your body trembles, your body is down and the spirit wants us to break free Strength is beyond formed in the breath, simple in and out breath of faith but I almost lose but choose to take again, Strength is beyond formed not in ease but in the ache that trains me away to the real feelings I needed to feel and see Strength is beyond formed in the bruises of my own heart where my mind that teaches me to notice what I ignored, Strength is beyond formed through resistance, resisting to heal, resisting to face yourself—how else could it you grow?
I have seen trainers that push until weakness bent into power, and until I regain myself into being strong again I have seen mornings when yesterday’s pain became the world in my today’s strength, in my today’s acceptance I have seen the truth pierce like a blade before it stitched me, straightened me into my real self before everything else I have seen hurt like pressing my own head until I found new patience inside me, reaching through my fingers to hold I have seen the proof that healing always asks for pain first before it can happen naturally for you, for your own strength to get through…
Now, I choose not to run when the ache finds me again, I will find what’s inside this ache I needed to see and realize Now, I choose to breathe where it hurts instead of cursing it, I will find the source of this hurt and keep analyzing myself why I got hurt Now, I choose to call pressure my companion, not my enemy, and I will patiently understand my own companion until we both heal Now, I choose to endure long enough for hurt to become my own healing, I will find this hurt onto its deepest ends until I can until then, I know I will get through it Now, I chose to be make my own way to healing even by the very weight I feared, I will soon see through the brightest days in time…
Watchwords • I know healing begins in pressure • I once believed I was wrong • I can now see strength is formed in ache • Because I have seen proof • Until now until the end, I choose to endure
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
