This morning came quiet, gentle and slow,

Like it understood the things I don’t show.

The sun touched softly against my skin,

As if asking me where I had been.

I stared at the ceiling for quite a while,

Too tired to fake another smile.

But something about the air felt new,

Like life still had reasons to pull me through.

The pain was there, I won’t pretend,

Healing does not arrive overnight in the end.

Some wounds still echoed deep inside,

Some tears still had no place to hide.

But this morning felt kinder than before,

Like my heart was not at war anymore.

Not fully healed, not fully free,

Just slowly becoming a softer me.

And maybe that is enough for today,

To rise even while feeling this way.

To breathe through the ache I still can’t explain,

And believe I can feel whole again.

Because through every crack, every storm, every sea,

Still, in my brightest and natural way… I remain me.

A. Noor✍️