Karma For The Healing Poem by Maya Hanson

This is karma for the healing,
remembering to be proud of
everything I've learned to love,
remembering to be proud of
leaving someone behind when
they don't choose this bond.

This is karma for the heartwrenching romantics,
knives in the sparks in his eyes,
ropes every time he talks to her like that.

But you cannot reverse me,
I will not take back the words that choose to plant their seeds outside my mouth
They're heavy and hard to swallow
even when I build them on truth

A spoonful of sugar helps the lies go down
so I have opened this room myself and cemented the door
but the key locks love and we are all inmates-
I have learned to know this prison as a sanctuary.

This is karma for the healing,
knowing there will always be things in his head
my breath is too shallow
my voice too quick to steal seconds
my arms are too short
to reach.

This is karma for the healing,
remembering through the field of spikes in my chest
to be proud of everything I've learned to love.