Return Like a Child Healing Poem

When hunger fades for what won’t last,
And fires of pride no longer burn,
When shadows we once chased dissolve—
The heart begins its slow return.

Like newborns smiling through the day,
Unshaped by fear, untouched by blame,
We feel the world in purer ways—
Each tear and laugh without a name.

Tears aren’t weakness—they are rain,
Falling from clouds too full to bear.
Each drop, a hymn, a sacred pain,
That cleanses more than we’re aware.

The child within still knows the path—
To cry when hurt, to smile when true.
It does not mask, it does not lie,
It simply feels what it must do.

So let ambition lose its edge,
Let silence be the holy flame.
The soul is brightest when it breaks—
And never dares to love the same.

Don’t hush the cry, don’t damn the ache,
Just hold the heart that starts to bend.
For healing needs a softer hand—
Not judgment, but a listening friend.

Happiness is not a chase,
It’s resting when the world feels wide.
Accept the fate, embrace the tears—
And slowly, you return inside.