It's the burdens that hurting parts of us carry
(Not the Truths of our lives) which make us weary-
Which cause us for long lengths of time to tarry,

Staying in familiar, dreaded places.
These hurting parts have us running desperate races,
Hoping against hope we'll find good spaces

That way- until we stop, look around and see:
we're stuck in the same pain, continuously.
It's time to breathe deep- to release the real me- and

In that loving space, my hurting parts can be real-
Since it's finally safe to share with me how they feel-
With me, and when I really listen to them, they will truly heal.
And when I really listen to them, then, they will truly heal.