For in the darkest days
where even my shadow leaves,
I found the company of being alone.
When morning calls are not sweet kisses
but alarms I set myself,
I found the strength to believe in tomorrows.
In the long days of blank thoughts,
In the midnights of silent screams,
I realized that healing is not about going back to what or who you used to be.
Sometimes it’s transformation.
Sometimes it’s destined brokenness.
Because healing I realized,
is not erasing the scars.
It’s confidently wearing them bare.
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