The scar tissue holds.
Then something moves beneath it.
A conversation turns a certain way.
A song plays. A season shifts.
And the thing you thought you'd finished surfaces again.
Not because you failed.
Not because you're broken.
Pain doesn't always clear in one pass.
Sometimes it returns when you're stronger.
When you have the capacity to feel what you couldn't before.
The work isn't to make it stop coming back.
It's to meet it differently each time.
Without shame.
Without surprise.
Just recognition.
It's still here.
And so are you.
