wildflowers
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Healing did not make her untouched; it taught roots to grow through wreckage and flowers to feed on what once tried to bury her.
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The forest becomes a burial ground for old apologies, dead promises, and the version of herself who kept begging people to stay.
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The past still lives in courtrooms, hospitals, and old names, but each morning the garden keeps proving life can grow beside memory.
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Porches, gravel roads, abandoned houses, forests, and kitchens become the places that held her when people could not.
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The forest offers no neat explanation for disappearance, only the quiet truth that not every traveler is brave enough to say goodbye.
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Summer leaves the way some loves do: warm on the skin, already fading before you realize it was the last time.
Between Bruises & Blooms 