There’s No Right Way To Begin Again

They don’t teach you

how to live after breaking

how to fold your grief

into something soft

like bread dough or bedsheets

how to laugh again

without guilt catching in your throat

they don’t tell you

that healing is slow

like moss on stone

like tea cooling

like forgiveness

they don’t tell you

love is quiet

like choosing someone again

and again

even on the hard days

they don’t tell you

you can build a life

out of mismatched mugs

and soft hands

but I will

I’ll tell you

you’re not too much

or too late

you’re not broken beyond loving

I’ll tell you

there’s no right way to begin again

just a hundred small chances

to try.

I’m Devyn — a Precision Medicine Masters student from Canada, a survivor, an artist, and a storyteller. If these words meant something to you and you’d like to help me keep writing (and chip away at tuition)…