They say healing is loud

Really?

Like thunder, heavy drums, and like a phoenix in flames

But not mine

Mine came in whispers

The hush between heartbreak and hope

In the silence after the storm

When the wreckage still smelled like yesterday

I didn’t scream

I didn’t roar

I sat with the ache

With the echo

With the version of me I buried beneath “I’m fine.”

Healing is not always heroic

Sometimes it’s holding your own hand 

When no one else is there

It’s rewriting the story 

When the pen feels too heavy

It’s breathing

Even when the air tastes like memory

I stitched myself together 

With threads of forgiveness

Patched the holes with grace

And wore my scars like armor 

Not shame

I learned that broken 

Doesn’t mean unworthy

That soft doesn’t mean weak

Healing is not a finish line

It’s a rhythm

A dance

A daily decision to rise

So, if you’re still hurting

Still healing

Still holding on by a whisper

Just know this:

You are not behind

You are not broken

You are becoming!

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.