Poems about Healing

Poems about Healing (For an Effective Recovery Spirit)

Affinity for poetry is no secret. Poetry has helped many get through some of their most trying moments, and it’s the one thing they always turn to when they need to address their feelings and purify their soul. Here is a collection of poems about healing to escort you through your recovery.

Poems about Healing

Poems about Healing

Many express their emotions via the poems they write; doing so helps them focus on their inner strength and encourage healing from their hurt. Don’t push it; when it comes, it comes. Accept it.

Sometimes all it takes to spark inspiration within you is reading a brief poem from someone else’s point of view on love, suffering, or the workings of their heart. Knowing that you are not the only one experiencing what you are experiencing is what this recognition and connection feel like.


Sometimes we bend ourselves so out of shape
That we look in the mirror and we aren’t clear on who we see before us
We place ourselves in a cocoon
And close ourselves off from our authenticity
Because there is a shallow comfort in safety
But it all starts to feel too tight and restricting
Your soul awakens, and all you want to do is fly
Then something just clicks

We spend so much time dressing ourselves in other people and their preferences
That we forget that we have our own unique taste of clothing
Our own sense of self
A fearless and undeniable sense of self that embodies every amazing thing
The yin/yang and our whole being in its entirety
Why have we hidden all our innate beauty?
To feel safe, loved, accepted
Or to stay under the radar

Afraid and anxious of what people may see when the mask falls off
But you only need to accept and love yourself
There is beauty both inside and outside of the cocoon that pushed you to grow
Through darkness and dysfunction, depth and despair
A vivid light splits through and steals you away

When you get comfortable with your own messy and beautiful self
Nothing and no-one can block you
You finally see your truth
You fall in line with the beat of your own vibration
You come out of your cocoon
A gorgeous butterfly


I Carry it with Me 

Somewhere there is a place where I belong
Where an orchestra plays my favourite song
Butterflies gather and birds fly high
A beautiful place in a sun-lit sky

I wake and I wander the land of the free
Where souls dance happy and the shore meets the sea
Mermaids chat and whisper the day
And Gods of hope are not far away

The place where I belong sits right in my hand
It lies in oceans blue and drifts of hot sand
I carry it with me, for my eyes to see
aThat the place I belong, sits within me

Porcelain Heart

I have grown into me

From the vultures that feasted on the love in my heart

To the predators that preyed upon my kindness

And the sorrowed hearts that held my porcelain heart

At first so gently

Then dropped it without a thought

As it cried for its pieces on a cold, barren floor.

I have grown into me

I have become

And I have swapped my pain for compassion

My hurt for healing

And my wounds for wisdom

So I thank you

To all those that demolished who I was

So I could finally become

And find the strongest parts of me

Breaking the shell

From the weaknesses of all those so cocooned in their unease

Culled from Exit Point: Arrows from a Rebel Heart


Staircase of Faith

We get lost on the lower steps of the staircase
With heavy hearts and tired minds
Jaded souls and eyes that blind
But there is a profusion of potential on that climb

The picture doesn’t unfold all at once
Each step up inspires something newly visible to you
Trust in what is hidden
In the verses of sublime scriptures and skies

And the translucent ties that gently bind
Have faith in what is clouded and unseen
And know that where you are now is where you are meant to be

Culled from Exit Point: Arrows from a Rebel Heart

Her Fury

I am fury and anger
A burning rain that pours
I feel it like a wave
And it hits me full force

It strikes unexpectedly
Like a fire through my back
Makes me feel alone
Living in a space of lack

Why does anger speak to me this way?
Shutting down my senses
With such destructive sway…
But I know this anger well

How she hides behind my tears
That glisten with love through all my fears
And how she creeps into the corners
Where I feel I’m not enough

Somewhere there is truth
Like shiny diamonds through the rough
Yes, I know her well
So let me guide her might

Transcend her flames
To a pure white light
For anger is just a feeling
Another way to cope

Through all of life’s curveballs
That diminish sweet hope
So when I hear her thunder
Let me breathe and cast asunder
The burn that aches and swells my mind
To one that calms through an inner sanctuary I find

Culled from Diamonds Through the Dark


Titan Frame

True strength is yielded by embracing hurt
Like a hidden oasis
That brings wisdom through the dirt
Feeling each wound like trickles of rain

Pouring through the sunshine of your Titan frame
And rising from failure like a warrior of war
Tenaciously healing to fight once more

And through it all
Through this seeming mess
Of purging, burning, and love soaked duress
Still finding the courage
And the steel-stubbornness of heart to try again
Like you were never torn apart

Culled from Diamonds Through the Dark

These poems about healing have brought comfort and health to some; we do hope it’ll be the same for you and whomever you share this with. Do well to engage us in the comment section while we dig up other recovery poems for you.

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