healing happens in small ways:
a conversation arrives like small waves lapping the shore –
time that rolls along until one day you wake up and something doesn’t sting quite so much.

layers and layers of stories; years and years of hurt; our understandings are not the same as we have different viewing points but not different points of view. our experience(s) arc similar paths and stretch into an unknown past which we try to decipher by what is said and that which is not said – by what can’t be said.

healing happens in small ways:
an acknowledgment that what was told might not be true
an awareness of something beginning to pierce our being that might bring acceptance of what was.