Therapy Bits

We do not walk from fire unburned,
nor shed the pain as if it learned
to vanish with the break of day—
no, healing walks a slower way.

It starts in silence, soft and deep,
in restless nights without much sleep,
in breath that shakes, and hands that fold
around a past we never told.

The shadows linger, dark and near,
whispering echoes we still hear,
but slowly—like a thawing stream—
we find the courage just to dream.

We speak the names, we face the ache,
we cry for all that we can’t fake.
And though the road is long and far,
we learn the beauty of a scar.

Not marks of shame, but proof we live—
the silent strength our hearts can give.
Each scar, a star we now embrace,
a map of where we lost… and found grace.

So let them shine. Don’t hide the seams.
We’re stitched with fire—and born from dreams.

RDP SATURDAY: SCARS