Poetry

Healing

Aug 4, 2025 · 1 min read
HealingPhoto by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

I peeled away every scar
as if erasing pain could rewrite my story.
But healing is not a straight road—
it curves, it pauses, it waits for you to breathe.

And let go.

I am stitching myself back together,
not perfectly, but beautifully enough to keep living.

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