all of this is so beautiful. facing ourselves is sometimes one of the most painful things we can do, but it is where we grow the most. i love how the non-linear aspects of healing come through here. when i read the line “the cells don’t needto forget the dark, they just need to forgive it” i gasped out loud. i marvel at this truth. my cells rejoiced at this reminder. thank you to rarasaur for this poem and for sharing your light, your shadows.
Your body is not small.
The total surface area of the human lung could be spread to the height of a brachiosaurus.
If you want to heal,
you must first
find every bruised place.
Your body is not obvious.
It sheds forty thousand cells
and who knows how many of those
were the last to remember
Just in case,
count their ancestors
in your census
Even a cell can inherit a wound.
you must tell somebody
where it hurts.
You have to be specific,
and this may take some time.
The human heart beats 100,000 times per day.
If you want to speak to someone about the beat that was broken,
they will want to see it. They will have to search for it.
They will sift through everything you keep in the pockets of those rhythms.
Together, you may find some old…
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