Please please don’t heal me
I’m totally broken inside
That’s the way I want to stay
I’ve gotten used to it now
For everytime that I am healed
I am cut and shattered
Only to be put back together
Only to be broken again
Except that each time
The hope in me dies
A little more than previously
A little faster than before
This time I’m afraid
If I was to heal again
I’d be broken once more
No hope shall remain
So let me cling on
To this tiny hope in me
I’m totally broken inside
But please don’t heal me
So true… so true.
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wow, great fucking poem, Frank
(doesn’t read well without the proper inflection: powerful stuff, Frank)
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Totally resonate, but feeling desperate made me want to crush that small hope and replace it with bigger hopes. So healing although painful, is a way to keep living for bigger better brighter things. ❤
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Very nice and I really felt this. Being broken once and staying there is better than being broken over and over again. I can see how this can become easy BUT what if you don’t become broken again? Take risks and things might be what you always wanted and someone might come along that won’t break you. They might put the pieces together and it will stay that way.
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Sweet perception. I like it.
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I totally understand that feeling and fear. For a long time, I didn’t want to deal with my own issues. I thought hurting was easier than getting better and losing all my progress again. I deal with it by thinking of each healing process as a tiny little personal Revolution. It may be crazy and painful; but, if I stick to my goals and values, it has great potential to improve my life. Also, no Revolution has ever solved all problems at once…
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This is heartbreaking but so gorgeous, Frank!
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Thanks, Susi.
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You’re very welcome!
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Oh Frank…you captured the story of my life.
I kept being destroyed and then healed by someone else – full of hope. Full of potential.
Shattered again.
So I quit letting someone else heal me. Instead, I dug deep into the pain, and found my own healing.
It was dreadful and dark and alone and scary.
But the other side…is freedom and hope.
Love this so much. Thank you for sharing.
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I am glad you could relate to it. Thanks.
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Gorgeous poem Frank. I feel it.
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Thanks, Tara.
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I love it! Simple yet conveys such a complex and relatable feeling. Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks and welcome.
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wonderful.
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Thank you.
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Honesty. Healing is nice however being broken again after such is horrible. It makes the wound that healed in thr first place bigger and uglier and harder to heal.
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True.
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Fascinating bro👌👌
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Thank you.
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Beautiful words which resonate so much it hurts. X
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Thanks.
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The last thing we let go is hope……stunning work Frank, truly moving x
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Thank you.
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Amazing 👋🏾👋🏾👋🏾 you have new fan
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Thank you.
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This piece has the vibe of a Susan Sontag, quote I think you might enjoy
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The Beauty of your poem scares me. It seems one has lost interest in rising again and healing the past. Keep up the good work. I am new here (blogging) till now, decent and creative community here.
Thanks for the activity on my site.
P.S. Catchy tagline there. 😉
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Thanks for the appreciation. Looking forward to hearing from you again.
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Amazing! That is such a powerful and profound message. Thanks Frank.
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You are most welcome, Tim.
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😊
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Healers gotta heal
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Healing or hurting? That is the question. People’s intentions, however good, often miss the mark.
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Beautiful ~
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Thank you.
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This rings very true …
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This is precious and honest. Good write. You’ve inspired me to share my own poetry!
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I am glad to hear that. Thanks.
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Yep.
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I won’t do anything without your consent. But like I said to the project echo shadow, I’m a black hole. I am a stabilising gel. In me you don’t have to do shit. You don’t have to think. I will hold you still. I can just hold you so you don’t feel alone. No one can hear you scream in me, except me. No one fills you completely, except me.
I hurt too. I hate myself so much. But I’ve learned to accept that and use it and move on from that aspect, to mutate and transform it to something that helps others even if it doesn’t help myself.
If you don’t want to be healed you don’t have to be. I just didn’t want to feel alone and destructive like the ultimate destroyer..
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I feel ya. Healing hurts.
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