A Truth About Healing

In the end,

we all become memories to someone.

When she feels she might drown,

I leave flowers by her bed.

Between being loved

or not loved enough,

she has felt fragile & vulnerable.

Lying awake staring at the ceiling,

healing exists in the small details.

Many scars are never neat,

but if you respect her,

you will not use her heart.

Don't be in a rush

to heal the wounds

which soak deep into our skin.

Just be honest when

inside you are hurting.

Like sprouting new buds & blooming,

you begin to find courage--

even on the darkest days.