Some days I feel the weight of it challenge arriving before the last one settles a body that leans on others a voice that struggles to reach across the space between us and a quiet wish for ease that rises, then softens, then passes Inside, the storms stay mostly unseen questions circling my worth what I give, what I take yet I chose, again and agin, to stand in my own light to let something steady within me speak louder to become warmth where I once felt cold Every tear shaped a promise to bring comfort where I once needed it to remind others of their place here to carry light into rooms that feel dim and though I still long for rest at times I carry gratitude for the life that made me this