Unraveling

M.H. John

This poem was written when the ache finally softened into something almost beautiful. I had been carrying silence like a wound, pretending it didn’t sing. But forgiveness isn’t soft, it’s surgical. It cuts away what no longer fits, but leaves a scar that hums when you touch it. I wrote this to remind myself that healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning how to live gently with what still hurts.

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