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The Healing Journal, Post 3

A healing journal can be whatever you need it to be.
For me, I need a place to share some of my soul.
This journal takes place in Lansing and Kalamazoo, MI.
I am not afraid to heal.

It's like being chased
Sooner than later it's going to catch up with you
And if it doesn't kill you, the running will.

It's like taking medicine to solve your tummyache
And it won't stay down
And you know the tummyache's gonna come back, over and over.

It's like staring at your reflection
And you make a face
Yet your reflection doesn't move
You walk away and it stays behind, still staring at where you were.

It's like screaming and kicking and scratching at flesh
And biting and growling and howling till hoarse
While your mouth smiles and your eyes brighten
Talking to someone you like

It's like an insurmountable rage
Surly and intensifying
Crawling up your throat, which tightens uncomfortably
And escapes as a tear or two

That's what my pain looks like
And I'm not afraid

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