the thing about healing is that you don't know you've healed
till the same things don't make you cry anymore.
and the thing about abusers is that they say the same things,
prick the same wounds over and over again,
till your scars begin to look like symbols of your victories
rather than the remnants of a war.
but your body is not a battlefield,
it is not a graveyard of everything you lost.
all blood and sweat and dreams
of how the only storms we need to come out from
are the ones inside us.
you are music even in the noise.
you are the kind of poetry we only dream about.
~Credits to Meowter Space ( submission )
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