“Are you healed,” she asked me? 
”No,” I answered. 
Healed. Is not a destination. 
It’s a continuous revelation. 

There is a tipping point, 
For healing deep wounds. 
I am past that. 
I feel cemented in my identity. 
But I am human. 
I am in the human experience. 

My potential is infinite. 
Like yours. 
My healing can be infinite. 
Like ours. 
Physically. 
Spiritually. 
Emotionally. 
I can become more. 
We. Can become more. 

Am I in pain, tormented by wounds? 
No. Not anymore. 
My scars are understood. 
But my discovery from them, 
Is infinite. 

Now, the self-reflection is approached with curiosity not tremors. 
Is yours? 

Listen to yourself with compassion. 
Self hate just delays the inevitable lessons.