with wisps of courage
tears past flowing
the self-reflection begins
what did i do wrong
what did i do right
what wasn’t my fault
what can i change
resolution won’t happen overnight
feelings won’t diminish immediately
actions won’t guarantee a fix
but cleaning out wounds
stitching them back together
will form a scab, then a scar
reminding us of what we’ve overcome
be strong, and heal
I Write Her 
Beautiful, simple poem. I have been getting back into poetry lately and I really enjoy the healing nature it provides. I look forward to reading more from you :)
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Thank you so much for your comments! I look forward to hearing you more too! :)
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Beautifully penned Susi. Happy Writing. Happy Blogging My Friend.
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<3 I appreciate you saying it, Goff! Same to you! :)
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Beautiful poem.
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Thanks so much, Diana!
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You’re welcome.
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This is so insightful Susi. These times of self reflection often leave us wondering
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Yes, they do, and hopefully spur us on to make necessary changes. Thank you!
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Exactly right my friend. You’re very welcome
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Scars are hardened memory capsules of our life’s journey …
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Excellent description of them, Ivor! Thank you!
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You’re most welcome, Susi
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Strength and resilience are the themes I pick up…. lovely.
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Very much so, Thank you, Kim!
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Beautiful brave words
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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