Winning the fight but losing the battle
Prepared to fly but mending a wing
Choosing joy but working hard to overcome sorrow
Ready for hello, but man, brutal to say goodbye
Embracing the present but mud stuck in the past
Wanting a change but can’t let go
Fighting for peace but prepared for combat
We don’t know what we don’t know,
Concerned if we’ll ever make it
These brain structures are slow to regrow
Remolding an ache that once left us bruised
Skills to keep us be present, moving, and alive up front,
Help us say goodbye and move through the last of the past
Trauma can lead to an Awakening
One in which new eyes, new sights, and new awareness are born
Whereas before, as such may not have formed
A curious mind, a curious seeker
Do seek till your answers are eventually found
We’re all in it to win it
Wantings of the same kind: love, joy, and peace
T-R-A-U-M-A has “aum” in the middle,
A sacred sound that’s said to have given rise to creation
Change, healing, and letting go bit by bit
Cultivate kind, compassionate space where you learn to see,
That though ever so breaking,
The truth is, your heart can overcome anything upon Waking