Healing

little moments of perspective grace my days more often... a smile pokes fun at my heavy seriousness... gratitude for a push of the wind or driving in the car with my cousin's voice singing songs of love and struggle. healing is a returning to the self- a self that absorbs all that I have been through. not purging it out but reconciling it within, and still being able to remember was it is to laugh from the bottom of your being, to delight at the sound of music, to find peace in unexpected moments. it takes time to fully accept who i am. not there yet, but piece by broken piece i come to know, and love, myself.