Never Broken

I spent years trying to fix the ache Trying to heal every crack and break Holding old memories up to the light Searching for a way to make them right Thought I was building somebody new Thought I was becoming something true Then a quiet voice cut through the noise And showed me what I’d failed to realize The little girl was never broken Only carrying stories she believed Healing isn’t changing what appears It’s seeing what’s been here through all the years Before the wife Before the mother Before the loss Before the lover Before betrayed Before repaired Before the search that brought me here Something alive Something unspoken Never divided Never broken Not becoming Already here I sat still long enough to see There was more than the story called “me” Before the labels, before the name Before success and before the shame What remains when the roles all fall? What was present beneath it all? Not a person trying to arrive But life itself, already alive And the one holding the child Was never wounded The one watching the fear Was never afraid The one looking for home Was never leaving The one seeking the light Was the light all the way Healing isn’t changing what appears It’s seeing what’s been here through all the years Before the seeker Before awareness Before the concepts and comparisons Just this breath Just this presence Just this life without a distance Not becoming Not somewhere near Unbroken Already here