Healing is like an iron clad onion

The first layer is the toughest to crack.

It took something major for me, it might do for you

To admit, finally.

To creak open that iron clad exterior

That protector.

That protective layer.

That thing you’ve been using to hide everything vulnerable inside.

Staying busy

Helping others

Survival of the responsible-ist

until it cracks

reveals a tiny slither of the next layer

soil. Brown dirt. Mess.

The clean up is about to start.

The recent pain – on the exterior, just under the surface.

Time to get it clean.

Cleanse. Brush it off. Wipe.

But what’s that smell? discovering that the core is trying to make itself known

An energy that pushed open the iron clad skin

The voice from within

Healing is like an iron clad onion

Seeing new layers

Having them shed

peeling them away

being pushed from the core

New layers all the time

Codependency, Emotions, Fears,

Layers of pain

stop to let tears flow

they do

they will

Work to remove

Sometime need professional chefs to prize them open

Therapists with a culinary hand

and time

to gradually peel off some

very

slowly

carefully

ones that

have hidden

for decades

Voices.

Abuse.

Feelings.

Shame.

Fear.

Layers that are labelled.

That hide the core.

A loving, caring hand to hold, and peel the layer.

Revealing the next.

Healing is like an iron clad onion.

Exposing the next layer

Raw, Vulnerable

Getting closer to it each time. Holding

it tenderly.

Not beating the onion like an egg, or treating it like a tennis ball.

Held lovingly.

Gentle.

Not rushing.

Healing revealing

new layers to peel.

New parts to heal.

Flesh wounds

Hurts.

Heart.

That stopped beating.

Hidden

Healing is like an iron clad onion.

With a core wanting to be revealed

Wanting to be

Just be.

Not covered

in layers

Free

to

be

again.