Photo by Ahmet Sali on Unsplash
Almost Light
I’m not healed.
I’m not whole.
But some days,
when I open the curtains,
the room fills with light
and I don’t flinch.
Healing doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it whispers,
Look—
you made it here.
Stay a little longer
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