when your light feels small (a poem for you)
when the world feels loud and your heart feels thin, when your chest holds storms you can't let begin—
breathe. just breathe. this moment will pass, like rain on a window that doesn’t quite last.
you are not broken just beautifully bruised, a soul who kept walking when it could have refused.
you are not the silence you’re forced to pretend, you are the whisper that refuses to end.
one day, your sadness will loosen its grip— your smile will return without trembling lips.
and you’ll look in the mirror not searching for proof, but seeing at last: you are strong. you are truth.