"Our Healing Is The Revolution

I heal in the open—not hidden behind doors,   With trembling hands and hope that restores.   I mend every fracture where sunlight gets in,   Inviting your burdens to rest by my skin. We’re travelers in circles, each charting our way,   Invisible bandages hiding old gray.   I offer my story—my laughter and stains—   Not as a master, but kin in our pains. While I learn to forgive and to love all I am,   I honor your healing—each woman and man.   Our journeys run parallel, sometimes they align,   Sometimes gently weaving, but always by design. Perfection’s no password, you’re welcome to start   Exactly unfinished, with a wide-open heart.   We’re allowed to be messy, allowed to need rest,   Allowed, again and again, to just try our best. When one soul grows lighter, the world shifts a bit,   Peace becomes possible—lamps gently lit.   I’ll heal myself while I’m holding your hand—   This is my promise, my purpose, my stand. So here in this circle—uncertain, yet bright—   We gather our courage and claim back the night.   Healing isn’t lonely, it’s fierce and it’s right—   Our voices are rising,   our wounds burn to might. We don’t just survive—   We ignite. ~TheReckoner