maybe it’s this
“maybe it’s the way
sunlight doesn’t hurt my eyes anymore
the way mornings don’t feel like battles
but blank pages
maybe it’s not someone else
but the way i’m learning
to be with myself —
unafraid, unashamed
maybe healing isn’t loud
maybe it’s the silence
that no longer echoes
with everything i lost
maybe it’s this:
laughing at old photos
not because they’re funny
but because i made it past them
maybe it’s the peace
that comes
when you stop chasing
and start arriving”