to heal....

To heal is to forgive.

To forgive of what have been done in the past.

Not to make the oppressor ran away free unaware of the damage that has been done.

But to set the self in pain free from burden that they carry.

To realize how heavy is the weight of doubt and painful memories, terrorizing and haunting the many sleepless nights.

That ever so eager to come again and haunts with newfound horror, for the sake of reminiscing about past wounds.

To forgive, is to let myself finally free. Free from the heavy burden I carried unknowingly.

So, because I simply care and because I simply tired of wanting relief. I shall put those burdens free, away they gone beyond me.

At the foot of the cross, where my Savior redeemed me.

I want to be healed, and finally breathe a little freely.

So, heal, my old me, lift your chin once again, and be healed.

Because I too, deserve to be happy, a happiness of my own, one uniquely tailored for me, a perfect fit, and no longer a tragedy.

I am... Healing... Slow, but sure