You know that you have healed when you can say
I am ordinary,
when you no longer need to look to your suffering
to be special,
when you can celebrate others and not feel less.
Freedom is knowing
I am not special,
I am not chosen nor loved more than anyone else,
I am not the target of a conspiracy
nor am I the pawn in some faceless scheme.
I have things I am able to do
but not for me, no,
these are things I am to do for you.
I am not a great *insert desired greatness here*
so that I will be adored, revered, or labeled
extraordinary.
No, I have things I am good at
for you.
I draw
for you.
I paint
for you.
I write
for you.
And when I am doing these things
for another who is free,
who is ordinary, too,
who sees that they do for me,
then we are both free
to be extraordinary.

Beautiful.
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Shell, that is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.
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