The Sound of Something healing
It sounds like morning touching a closed window,
like light asking politely to come in.
A heart exhales, not because everything is fine,
but because it finally believes it will be.
Scars loosen their hold,
pain learns to sit without speaking,
and hope clears its throat.
Not loud, not sudden
just the gentle proof
that staying was worth it.
It sounds like laughter returning in fragments,
like a song hummed without needing all the words.
It sounds like footsteps that don’t rush,
like silence that feels safe enough to stay.
The body remembers softness,
the mind unclenches its fist,
and the soul, once cautious,
begins to stretch into its own name...