Healing Change

Back when I entrenched my passive hubris
the modern way, soothing to improve this
inflammation, any symptom a clue
I’d medicate, unquestioned, bleary, brew

of my own fermentation, unheeded
a total paradigm shift was needed.
There is no magic pill–harmful construct
that leads us–victims–to flee what obstructs

our easy flow. Programmed to find comfort
in stasis, disease and its discomfort
familiar places, we give names to fear
building our forts in diagnoses dear

propaganda dissonance calcifies
we’re hypnotized to ignore our own cries
looking outward for rescue, hurt, lonely
when inward change is how we heal, only.

Inspired by: Passive, Soothing, Entrench and Bleary.

Featured image by Robin Scheiner with Delauney effect filter.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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