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Heal myself. Heal the world.
A poem/prose that arrived on an emotionally sad day - related to the necessity of grieving in these times, often filled with anger, overwhelm, and sense of helplessness. We are all a little bit afraid of our feelings We judge ourselves for our pains and wounds Some of us hide away, keep our feelings in a box Afraid of the overwhelm opening the box may bring Some of us express our emotions aloud Hoping other people will hear us and take care of our needs When we are not heard,