I am healing,
not all at once,
not in a straight line,
but step by step,
breath by breath.
Some days, I wake up
with fire in my chest,
ready to fight for peace,
even if it means crying first.
Even if my hands shake
as I hold the light.
I’ve been through storms
that tried to break me.
I’ve seen nights
that swallowed the stars.
But I’m still here,
tired, maybe,
but standing.
I’m learning to love
the quiet progress,
the soft IM OKAY
after a heavy day,
the smile that slips in
without asking.
Healing isn’t perfect.
Some scars still talk,
some wounds still whisper.
But I’ve learned to listen,
not to fear them.
They are part of me,
not all of me.
To anyone who’s still fighting,
still rising, still trying,
you are not weak.
You are not behind.
You are becoming.
Let the sun kiss your skin.
Let the wind remind you
that you are still moving.
Still growing.
Still alive.
I am healing,
and that is enough
to keep going.
-Gatitahh
