I’ll carry my scars with me until I reach eternity, then they will be no more. For now, I carry on knowing I am okay. Sometimes in the night hours beautiful words echo through my soul. The dreadful demons of yesterday have now passed and I am left to sleep.
There is a goal to healing. The pain subsides.
I’m not going to say the pain fully ends — but sometimes it is not noticeable to me now. I can go for days and my soul is a rest. That’s a miracle.
I am a walking, breathing, talking — miracle. I should not be who I am. But, I am.