Alchemy innerG

In a busy town, where stress often goes,

Lived a wounded woman, whose light didn’t show.

Her body ached, her spirit was weak,

And every day felt bleak upon bleak.

Her health once strong, now crumbled with time,

Her strength unraveled, believing her youth in decline.

With each doctor visit, prescriptions grew,

Yet nothing healed, and nothing found new.

The weight of the world on her shoulders lay,

As she searched for relief from the endless gray.

Through restless nights and heavy sighs,

She wondered if hope would ever rise.

Then one soft day, in a whispered breeze,

She remembered a tale of ancient ease.

A healing path, a way to mend,

Where touch and care makes suffering end.

With nothing left, and everything to lose,

She sought a path she didn’t choose.

A sanctuary of quiet calm,

Where hands were skilled, and hearts were warm.

A massage table, simple and true,

Became the place where her spirit flew.

Through every stroke, each careful glide,

She felt peace begin to reside.

Knots in her muscles, tight with grief,

Were loosened slow, giving way to relief.

Her mind, once clouded, now grew clear,

The healing she sought was finally near.

Her body, once broken, now began to repair,

As the hands of the healer showed loving care.

Each touch, each press, was more than just skill,

It was medicine, life, and the power of will.

Week by week, her strength returned,

With each new session, new lessons learned.

Her pain was fading, her energy grew,

And with this healing, her spirit renewed.

She marveled at how hands could mend,

How touch could help her health ascend.

Her gratitude deep, her heart made light,

She knew she’d found her will to fight.

Yet in her healing, something stirred,

A quiet whisper, a silent word.

A calling deep within her soul,

To help others heal, to make them whole.

She trained with focus, studied the art,

Of healing through touch, straight from the heart.

With every lesson, every tool in hand,

She felt the purpose, bold and grand.

For she had walked the path of pain,

And knew the depths of health’s refrain.

Now she would rise, her hands now trained,

To help others heal from what they sustained.

As a massage therapist, she made her way,

To help those in need, come what may.

From aching backs to weary minds,

She soothed them all with touch so kind.

Her hands, once weak, now strong with grace,

Brought peace to many, in every place.

She worked with care, her touch divine,

For every body, soul, and spine.

And as she worked, her story spread,

Of how she rose from a body near dead.

Her own health journey had lit the spark,

To guide others out from the dark.

Her innerG grew far and wide,

As many came with pain to confide.

Her touch was magic, her heart sincere,

Each person she touched left without fear.

She whispered truths of body and mind,

Of balance, care, and taking time.

She taught that healing was not a race,

But a journey of love, of tender embrace.

Her wellness grew, her heart now strong,

Her path was clear, where she belonged.

For in the healing of others’ pain,

She found her own joy, her ultimate gain.

The town, once anxious, now sang her praise,

Of how she helped in so many ways.

Through hands that knew the weight of grief,

She became a symbol of pure relief.

From her own dark valley, she had emerged,

Her purpose found, her heart surged.

A servant, once lost, now a guiding light,

A healer by trade, walking by faith, not sight.

Her journey began with suffering, like most others do,

But it led to a life where her innerG grew.

For in helping others, she helped herself,

Restoring her soul, restoring her health.

And so she lived, with grace in her hands,

Helping others rise, coming from distant lands.

innerG the healer, forever known,

For turning pain into power, and making it her own.