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.
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