Healing

Henry Johnson LR
1 min readOct 21, 2023
Pic Cred: Mikhail Nilov

Through the darkest nights, a glimmer of light,

A touch of solace, a respite from the fight,

Healing, gentle as a whisper in the wind,

A balm for the wounds that lie deep within.

In the depths of pain, where shadows reside,

Healing emerges, like a gentle tide,

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Henry Johnson LR

I am a Liberian-born American writer with great ideas to impact lives and leave this world a little better than I found it.