Poem I wrote to give hope!

The sun rises,

not because it must—

but because it can.

And so do we.

Even on the mornings

when your bones feel borrowed

and your smile is somewhere

you forgot to look—

you're still here.

A breath.

A blink.

A heartbeat.

Proof that life hasn’t let go of you yet.

And maybe—just maybe—

it still has something beautiful to show.

You are not your pain.

You are not your past.

You are not the voices

that never learned your name.

You are stardust that stood up.

You are laughter waiting to happen.

You are the moment the rain stops

and the sky smells new.

So take today.

Not like a battle—

but like a gift.

Unwrap it slowly.

Let it be imperfect and yours.

Still, you bloom.

Even in cracked earth.

Even in long nights.

Even now.

And that

is enough.