My mind is at war
Healing isn’t what you think it would be
It’s like ripping your heart open so you can love the pieces back together
But how can one do this ?
The mind minted so
The pathways are engraved so thick
That paving new pathways is like Plowing through snow drifts so thick
The next day what was plowed through is built back up drifted across the road
The way only to and from home But again I must plot through it all
Trust me it gets easier
Hard snow bone chills
Wind whistling crisp dry air
You literally have to fight momentum
Its even hard to breathe, like anxiety built up
As survival trauma kicks in
So does trying to heal
It’s a battle field
In time green grass grows
Depending on the situation of combinations
Is how we know,
we grow Into wonderful fruits of nature
Like a water cleansing the land
watering your roots,
Is like friends healing each other with unconditional love
Love is a language you see
Language is everything From Mother Earth beings
Treeblooms 
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