2025

I stepped into the year with echoes in my chest,
Old voices, old lessons, learning how to rest.

I loved in broken lines, where silence felt like peace,
Mistook hope for duty, pain that wouldn’t cease.

I held half-written melodies and named that weight as faith,
Till courage taught me healing doesn’t mean to wait.

I don’t burn what was before, I let the past to be kind,
I thank it for the truth it left behind.