Feeling everything, saying nothing
Not because I  can't ,but because I choose
But still,somehow, setting myself free.
Free from the need to be understood,
Free from the weight of proving my pain.

Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.

I'm no longer fighting to be enough.
No longer shrinking to fit small spaces,
Twisting my truth to earn a place.
Iam walking
Towards what already knows Iam light
Toward love that doesn't demand my silence,
Toward peace that doesn't ask me to bleed.

Never try to understand everything,
Some things are stars,
Meant only to be watched
From the safety of wonder.

Some silences are whole poems,
Too fragile to carry with words
Some people are seosons
You don't ask them to stay,
You only learn to bloom
After they have gone.

There are moments folded in shadows,
Where time forgets to ask for reason
And in that quiet,
We find the space to breathe
Without the weight of knowing.

And so I let the questions rest,
Like leaves released to the wind
Knowing some truths
Are meant to live quietly,
Beyond the reach of my grasp.

My heart sings with hope again
Not because life is perfect,
Bt because God's love covers me,
Fighting battles I could not win alone.

He pours blessing into my days,
Surrounds me with hearts that care
And in their love,I see His face,
A constant grace I now wear.

Sometimes I feel less of myself
A flicker dimmed,a quiet doubt.
Bt love gathers my scattered pieces,
Whispers gently,You are enough.

It strengthens me in the silence,
Reminds me that Iam chosen still
That even on trembling days,
He is working,holding ,loving me untill...

So here is to the love that lifts me
Devine ,unshaken,ever true,
And to the souls who walk beside me,
Proof that iam special,seen and new.

Iam a happy soul,a grateful heart,
Carried by mercy,kissed by light.
Iam blessed beyond the storm,
And in his love ,I rise each night.

They said,"If it's meant to be ..."
And I believed it ,not as a promise,
Bt as quiet understanding:
That love cannot be chased,
And fate is not a thing you beg for.

So I stopped waiting.
I became the rescue,
The solace,
The steady.

And if it's meant to be,
Let if find me whole ,
Not waiting,
Bt living.

When the night feels cold and long,
And you don't feel brave or strong,
Hope is there,a little light,
Like stars that shine through the darkest night.

It hides in flowers,soft and small,
It comes when you have lost it all.
It doesn't shout or make a sound,
Bt helps you stand on shaky ground.

It hums in songs the birds still sing,
And waits inside the quiet spring.
It holds your hand when no one's near,
And softly says,"I'm still right here. "

It dreams of days that lie ahead,
Of smiles to come ,and tears you've shed.
So when you are tired,full of fear,
Just breathe and know hope is still there.