Therapy Bits

Beneath the fractures of yesterday,
a story waits—quiet, trembling—
for the light to permit it to rise.
Pain once carved its name into the bones,
but even scars can soften
under the slow breath of healing.

There is a path—uneven, uncertain—
where every step is an act of overcoming,
where resilience grows like a wildflower
through the cracks left behind.
Strength is not loud here;
it is the small whisper that says,
keep going.
It is choosing yourself
even when the past tries to echo.

And hope—
hope is the gentle hand that reaches back
to guide the child within,
offering warmth where there was none,
teaching them that love is not a wound
but a future.

One day, the story becomes your own again,
not defined by what happened,
but by the courage it took
to rise from it.

Three Things Challenge #MM268 | pensitivity101