Body in the Wild: Healing Without Performance

There's a moment the body gives up pretending.
When it can't push anymore.
Can't fake wellness.
Can't outrun the ache.

That's where I was when I started walking again,
not for steps, not for strength, but because
I needed to remember I was still in here.

Nature didn't ask me to perform.
It didn't measure the pace.

I was winded. I was slow.
But the moss didn't care.
The sky didn't shame me.
The ground held me anyway.

Being in the wild, truly being there —
gave me something I didn't know I'd lost.
I lost relationship with my body
that wasn't built on resentment.

This is where healing began.
Not in metrics or milestones,
but in muddy boots and
breath I didn't have to earn.

Out here, my brokenness didn't matter.
My being did.

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