The Moment
Water coming down the stream, hitting the rocks out of sheer joy of existing. Not rushing to escape. Just… dancing with the stones that dared to stay.
“The Sea I Didn’t Choose”
They say,“Don’t stress. You’re healing.”But no one tells the seato stop drowning the swimmer. It wasn’t just the fever.It wasn’t just the cough.It was the months that followed,where my bones became battlegroundsfor things I couldn’t name. I tried to forget them —those who made my name feel small,my worth conditional,my presence a problem to solve. […]