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Take Your Time To Heal

By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa


Take your time, dear heart, to heal,

Let the wounds mend, let your spirit feel.

In the quiet moments, when shadows fall,

I’ll be here, patiently waiting through it all.


So heal your heart, let it mend and grow,

Know that I’m here, just a whisper away.

In the tapestry of time, I’ll hold my place,

For I believe in us, in this tender grace.


In the stillness of the night,

When shadows dance and dreams take flight,

Remember, dear heart, it’s okay to grieve,

To pause and reflect, to let yourself breathe.


The road you’ve traveled has been steep and long,

With echoes of love, both sweet and wrong.

So gather the pieces, one by one,

In the gentle light of the rising sun.


Take your time to heal, don’t rush the day,

Let the hurt fade slowly, find your own way.

Each moment of silence, a step toward grace,

In the tender embrace of your own sacred space.


You’re not alone in this quiet fight,

I’ll stand in the shadows, a steady light.

With every heartbeat, my hope stays near,

A promise of patience, a whisper sincere.


So let the tears flow, let laughter return,

In the warmth of your heart, let the embers burn.

For in this journey, take all the time,

To find your own rhythm, to rise and to climb.


When you’re ready to love, I’ll be right here,

With open arms waiting, and a heart sincere.

So take your time, dear, let your spirit feel,

For healing is sacred—take your time to heal.


By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa


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