we live in a world

where things fall apart

without warning…

where your carefully laid plans

mean nothing

to fire

to water

to time…

or chance

and still…

people plant gardens

as if tomorrow

is promised

…

we live in a world

where your nervous system

learns danger

on instinct…

stores it

as a native tongue

in muscle

in marrow

and still…

softness

finds its way back in

through the smallest cracks

…

we live in a world

where love

does not make you safe

it makes you visible…

puts a target

on the most vulnerable parts of you

and still…

you reach for it

like it’s the only thing

that matters

…

we live in a world

where you can be

brought to your knees…

completely undone…

no map

no answers…

no version of you

that knows how to survive this

or move through it

and still…

you go on

with the audacity to believe

something beautiful

is on its way…

as if hope

still breathes

in you