Healing Is My Rebellion, My Song

For years, I thought healing meant fixing what was broken.

Now, I know it means rewriting the story

one breath, one scar, one whisper at a time.

These verses are fragments of that journey

a rebellion against silence,

a song for the soul that finally remembers its light.

Silence embraced me, peace grew roots.

Tears watered seeds of inner bloom.

Broken yesterday, whole in today.

Faith stitched wounds into radiant scars.

Darkness ended, dawn kissed my soul.

I chose me, I chose light.

Forgiveness unlocked chains around my spirit.

Hope whispered louder than my fear.

Breathing deeply, I found myself again.

Healing hurts, yet freedom feels worthier.

Lost once, now I walk steady.

Scars tell stories of strength gained.

Butterflies remind me transformation takes time.

I bloom gently, not rushed anymore.

Soul rested, spirit soared beyond pain.

Lessons turned into blessings through surrender.

Yesterday’s pain became today’s wisdom.

Broken chains revealed wings of freedom.

Numbness faded, joy returned like spring.

I spoke love, my soul listened.

Fear dissolved, faith became my home.

Stars witnessed my prayers for peace.

Every ending hides seeds of renewal.

Pain carved space for divine joy.

My heart learned softness as strength.

Rest was medicine, silence was cure.

I finally chose myself without guilt.

Grace gathered me when strength failed.

Healing is messy, yet worth it.

Past surrendered, future welcomed with hope.

Forgiveness freed me more than apology.

Shadows taught me how to shine.

Sunsets remind me endings birth beginnings.

Softness is my loudest form now.

Healing meant saying no without shame.

I bloom at pace of grace.

Bruises fade, wisdom forever stays.

God’s timing stitched my broken days.

Stillness taught me love needs patience.

Self-love feels like coming back home.

Cracks became paths for light’s entry.

Chaos ended, clarity made her home.

Gentle hands held my trembling heart.

Storms ended, rainbow stayed within me.

Healing whispers: progress, not perfection always.

I write peace on every breath.

Brokenness taught me what wholeness is.

I chose faith when fear screamed.

My worth never left, I remembered.

Slow healing, steady soul, safe me.

Old pain left, new joy entered.

Roots deeper, branches reaching toward light.

I honor scars as holy maps.

Healing turned grief into sacred gratitude.

Gentle mornings replaced nights of weeping.

Whispers of hope warmed frozen places.

I softened, yet never grew weaker.

Every breath now feels like prayer.

Healing turned solitude into sacred sanctuary.

I surrendered control, peace filled me.

Heartbeats sound louder than broken silence.

Courage became habit, not mere moment.

My tears baptized me into hope.

Rest rebuilt what striving once broke.

I learned softness saves me daily.

Choosing love in every direction.

I walk lighter, soul shines brighter.

Grace held me when strength slipped.

Sunflowers turned toward my healed heart.

I forgive myself for surviving silence.

Shadows passed, inner sun kept glowing.

Pain turned into a guiding compass.

My soul sang louder than scars.

Quiet days grew roots of joy.

God’s grace rewrote my broken chapters.

Healing wasn’t linear, yet it came.

Soft rains watered resilience within me.

Yesterday’s hurt transformed into today’s song.

My reflection now looks like peace.

Boundaries became my truest form of love.

Broken vessels still pour divine light.

Hope revived dreams buried under sorrow.

Living gently became my daily rhythm.

I am safe in becoming.

Forgiveness softened my heart’s rough edges.

Scars became constellations guiding me home.

Painful chapters gave rise to courage.

Fear transformed into steady faith.

I walk slower, yet breathe deeper.

Joy bloomed where tears once watered.

Restored heart beats steady with grace.

Healing feels like breathing fresh dawn.

Old wounds no longer own me.

God whispered peace into restless soul.

Brokenness birthed wisdom, wisdom birthed peace.

Love taught me forgiveness heals fastest.

Healing showed me softness is power.

I embrace becoming, not rushing anymore.

Tears once heavy now feel cleansing.

This era: light, love, endless becoming.

Closing Reflection 🌸

Healing is not passive.

It is defiance in the face of despair,

a reclamation of the self once buried under pain.

These verses are not just lines

they are survival songs.

They remind us that even in fragments,

we are whole.

And here’s a little challenge for you:

Did you notice the hidden pattern woven into every line?

Share your guess in the comments - I’d love to see who discovers it.

Originality Note: This poem is original work by the author. Any resemblance to other texts is coincidental; no external sources were copied.