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.