I’ve been sitting with these thoughts,
heavy and circling,
like clouds that never rain,
just linger.

I’m not okay,
but I say it in a way that feels like a promise—
not to anyone else,
but to myself.
Because I know, someday, I will be.

Life handed me a deck I didn’t shuffle.
Missed chances scattered like loose cards.
Opportunity slipped past me,
soft and quiet, while I was busy surviving.
And the only time they see me
is when I’m holding something they want.

I’m more than what I give,
though sometimes it’s hard to believe it.

So I keep moving through,
not strong, not broken, just… here.
Maybe I’ll make it,
maybe I won’t.

But for now, I exist in the space between.
And that’s enough,
for now.