Growing Around the Wound

Not all things heal clean. Some wounds stay.
Some change shape. Some become terrain.

I spent years trying to make the pain disappear,
like healing was a math problem
and I was just missing the right formula.
But it didn't work that way.

The body keeps score, sure.
It also keeps memory, rhythm, resistance.

I saw a tree split by lightning,
hollow at the center, still alive.
Still leafing. Still reaching for the sun.
It hadn't healed over.
It had grown around the damage.

That's what I want now, to grow around it.
To adapt without abandoning myself.
To stop chasing who I was, start choosing expansion.

My pain is real, so is my life.
Maybe I'll never be whole the way I was.
But I'm still alive in this body.
And like that tree, I can still stretch toward light.

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*Peer reflection, not therapy advice. Your healing journey is uniquely yours.*