I wonder if healing is just when the future is unwritten. When it is freed from the past? Freed even from the imagination of it.
When hope is like water, and the tea is just tea for you and I to drink.
When we don’t seek meaning or meaninglessness? Life or death? The day is just day and the night night.
Or is it hearing the whole story start to finish, stitching together the pieces of one life? Is it knowing everything has already happened and there’s nothing to fear.
Is it just a girl coming back to life from being disappeared? Becoming a woman by washing away these things.
“A woman is not born to suffer, and a woman needs her own power.”
Our true voice is the ultimate force of healing, but I think we must let the sound of it shatter us first.