HEALING IS NOT LINEAR 💘

 

In this World,

the hardest journey 

is to heal yourself.

Healing isn't just about

mending wounds

its learning to breath again

when even your soul feels tired.

Some days, you'll feel fine,

and people will say,

''Look, you are doing great!''

But deep down,

you'll know your heart still trembles.

Healing asks you

to sit with your pain,

to face your fragile self,

to listen when silence speaks.

When you surrender to the universe's hand,

it gifts you light

soft, slow

but sure.

Then one day,

a storm returns.

The walls you built

start to fall again,

because some dreams

were built on expectations,

on selfish needs,

on illusions of care.

And when that illusion breaks,

you realize

it wasn't weakness,

it was grace.

The universe didn't destroy you,

it simply showed you truth

took away what wasn't real,

and placed beneath your feet

the ground of your own becoming.

The universe turned your gaze

from others to yourself,

whispering

''You've always had the power.''

You were never weak,

just unaware

of the light inside you.

You looked within,

and found strength

you once searched for in others.

You fought back,

piece by piece,

you rebuilt,

you reinvented.

You become a new version of you

the one who carries wisdom

instead of wounds.

It takes time,

and that's okay.

Because joining back

takes patience.

People will test your calm,

distractions will come,

but remember

reality never lies.

Stay grounded,

stay invisible if you must,

for the world often sees

only what shines,

not what glows within.

Let no hurdles stop your steps.

Those who left your side

they too were part of divine plan.

They walked away

so your soul could learn

how to walk alone.

You don't need to rush healing,

it blooms

in its own divine timing.

Learn to move

with the rhythm of your nature.

Set boundaries,

honor your energy,

and never apologize

for protecting your peace.

And when one day,

you look back,

smiling through the scars

you'll realize:

every ache was a teacher,

every fall was a blessing,

and every tear

watered the garden

of your becoming.

Because even in pain,

you grew.

Even in loss,

you learned to love again.

And even in sorrow

you found light.

💞If this poem touched your heart, take a deep breath..... you are healing too.

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