To love is to give yourself away
to place your heart into someone else's hands with trembling hands filled with doubt and mistrust of the unknown.
To lose is to hear the hollow echo
of what once filled you,
a silence heavier than sound.
To heal is to learn that broken things
do not lose their light,
but often shine brighter than before.
Healing is not forgetting,
nor is it pretending the wound was never there.
It is choosing, again and again, to breathe,
even when every breath burns.
And though the world may not understand
the weight you carry,
still, you remain.
Still, you are enough.
Still, you are alive.