The healing.

They say you'll get over it. 

I did not get over it. 

I envision getting over it akin to running up a mountain,

arms aloft at the apex in triumph. 

I did not get over it. 

I huddled inward. I closed and furled into a tunnel,

dark and deep and of my own making.

Crawling, digging, clawing. 

I did not get over it, as they suggest. 

In my way, I got under it, 

Only realizing such as I stand, now, in the sunlight, far on the other side.