Healing Process
Day by day
Step by step
I find myself astray.
I'm slowly picking myself up
Doing my best to fix the corrupt
pieces of me fallen apart from the pressure.
Slowly I'm bringing myself back together
Over time I've had to tether every fallen bit of myself back together.
I feel almost whole.
Time and effort are what heals the soul.
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