I think about harm.
What even is harm?
I don’t have a complete definition
but I have begun to think of it
as something that is more than just physical.
It is bodily, emotional, generational, mental, deep.
It is a type of damage
that penetrates someone’s mind, body, spirit, and soul
and all the complicated ways in which they are connected.
I think harm is so complex,
such an impactful thing that the concept itself
carries so much weight to it.
It is heavy in the way no scale will ever be able to weigh.
I imagine it almost as a serum
that seeps its way into the cracks of someone’s personhood
immediately after it is caused.
It is intricate.
It is thick.
And it takes time, effort, accountability, and space
to dissolve it.
Healing is not linear.
But I guess harm isn’t either.