I never knew

healing would be

such a gentle thing.

Like being curled up in my recliner

with my dog, a cup of coffee,

and a good book

on a cold winter day.

Or the innocent giddiness

of a schoolgirl crush.

Like a deep sigh of relief

after a long shift at work.

Or waking in the morning

feeling rested,

ready for

whatever may come.

I never knew

healing was soft

and quiet,

and I am grateful

to know it now.