{"id":65647,"date":"2020-06-27T13:57:37","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:57:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65647"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:57:37","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:57:37","slug":"heal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/heal\/","title":{"rendered":"Heal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65667\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-290x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"290\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-290x300.jpg 290w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-990x1024.jpg 990w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-768x794.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-1486x1536.jpg 1486w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_102152_2-1981x2048.jpg 1981w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 290px) 100vw, 290px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>HEAL<\/p>\n<p>_________________________________<\/p>\n<p>Healing and growth<\/p>\n<p>Walk hand in hand<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Through life&#8217;s twists and triumphs<\/p>\n<p>During life&#8217;s conflicts and challenge<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Fingers laced<\/p>\n<p>One leads some days<\/p>\n<p>Toward curiosity&#8217;s will-o&#8217;-wisp glow<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Other days one pauses<\/p>\n<p>Calls them to their senses<\/p>\n<p>Mapping the worlds contours and creases<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Together they wander<\/p>\n<p>One may strain and the other bulk<\/p>\n<p>One may leap and the other stumble<\/p>\n<p>Yet<\/p>\n<p>They only make it home<\/p>\n<p>If they have the other<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>HEAL _________________________________ Healing and growth Walk hand in hand &nbsp; Through life&#8217;s twists and triumphs During life&#8217;s conflicts and challenge &nbsp; Fingers laced One leads some days Toward curiosity&#8217;s will-o&#8217;-wisp glow &nbsp; Other days one pauses Calls them to their senses Mapping the worlds contours&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1234,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65647","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65647","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1234"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65647"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65936,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65647\/revisions\/65936"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}