Thursday, August 28, 2025

What Healing Looks Like

It’s not a sunrise.
Not a clean break,
or a song swelling
in the third act.

It’s smaller than that.

It’s saying No
without apology.
A touch on the shoulder
that doesn't feel like danger.
Or sleeping through the night,
just once, and calling it a win.

It’s learning
that I can hurt
and still be whole,
and that my past
doesn't own
the rest of me.

 

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