I’m Getting Good At healing

I’m getting good at this.
At healing.
At rising.
At brushing off the dust and saying,
“That’s enough now.”
Not in anger—
in freedom.

I am the girl who moves on.
Who builds again.
Who fills the cracks with gold
and calls it art.

I do not sit in the ruins.
I plant sunflowers there.
I dance barefoot
through the broken pieces
and call them mosaic.

My god—
my life is beautiful.

Sunlit and full of exhale.
Laughter so loud
it makes the past look small.
Family and friends who feel like home.
Blue skies and sparkling mentalities.
Joy, not because it’s easy—
but because I choose it.
Over and over and over again.

There is no darkness here.
Not anymore.
Not where I live now.

This is a life made of good days
and better people.
Of wild love,
loyal hearts,
and the kind of peace
you don’t just find—
you fight for.

And I fought.
Oh, I fought.
And look at me now.

I’m not surviving anymore.
I’m thriving.
I’m laughing.
I’m living.

I’m getting good at healing.
And I don’t plan to stop.