Sometimes your wounds need a restFrom figuring out where you went wrongJudging them for not being good enoughShaming them for not knowing betterSeparating them from forgivenessIsolating them from truth.

Sometimes your wounds just need
To be gathered gently and held
By a heart filled with prayers of love
A kindness which allows them to
Breathe silence in its purest form
So that awakening is a softer path
And healing becomes more merciful.