Scars That Stay 🤍

People think moving on

is only about love,

about losing someone once

and finally giving up.

But nobody talks about

the grief we never show,

the friendships that turned strange,

the pain we outgrew alone.

Some nights a random song,

or a place I used to know,

pulls old memories from my chest

so softly, yet so cold.

And suddenly I’m back again,

sitting quiet in my room,

trying to understand

why healing still feels like gloom.

The wounds are closed now,

I know they disappeared,

but scars are strange little things

they heal, yet still stay near.

But moving on, to me,

is not pretending I’m fine,

it’s learning how to sit alone

without fearing my own mind.

It’s waking up each morning

without fighting yesterday

before brushing my teeth

and starting another day.

It’s learning to love myself

without needing someone new,

finding peace inside the chaos

I once thought I’d never get through.

Because maybe moving on

is not forgetting what hurt me through

maybe it is finally

being okay with myself,

with my own chaos too.