Walking in the shadows of healing
Walking in the shadows of healing It isn't a quiet thing. It's the sound of footsteps echoing back the truths you dare to hide, Outrun me, I don't think so. It's the place where the light doesn't quite reach, But you can feel it. a warmth brushing the edges like it's waiting for you to stop pretending you don't deserve it. It's the part that told you to break yourself to be worthy of rebuilding. It's choosing to keep moving even when the ground is broken even when the past seems to whisper louder than the future. Healing is not always the sunrise. It's the long walk before it, the part where your breath is visible and your hands are cold but you keep going anyway.