Healing is quieter than heartbreak ever was. It’s not fireworks or sudden clarity, it’s the slow return of air, the steady rhythm of choosing peace when the past still whispers… This poem is about learning softness again, about realizing that the world doesn’t need your permission to keep shining. The light stays, even when you think you don’t deserve it. Then one day, you catch yourself breathing, not for survival, but because it finally feels safe to.
