I feel safe enough to remember.
Not long ago, I was still wretched, torn apart by unanswered questions, self-doubt and heartache. At times, the pain engulfed and ravaged me.
It sat in a permanent knot in the pit of my stomach, and circled my eyes with a hollow greyness. My future had been ripped apart. An all-consuming anxiety pervaded my life, and anger was never far.
I haven’t miraculously forgotten. At times, a tightness reminds me that the scars are there, profound and unmistakable. The new version of me still feels somewhat fragile and unsteady.
But for now, as I stretch out towards the sun, and feel its blinding warmth on my eyelids, I listen inside of me, and all is silent.
Spring is here, and my heart is quietly blooming.