In the Quiet Hours

Between breaths,

I became infinite—

a universe expanding

in the space of a heartbeat.

“We are not the sum of our scars,

But the light that found its way through them”.

Remember this when darkness gathers,

when your bones feel too hollow to hold you.

There is ancestral fire in your blood,

waiting to be remembered.

I have watched stars die

and still believed in morning.

I have fallen seven times

and risen like the tide—

inevitable, unstoppable.

The softest things outlast the hardest:

water shapes stone,

whispers outlive shouts,

and love—

love bends but never breaks.

You are not lost.

You are the journey itself,

the road and the traveler,

the question and its answer.

In your deepest silence,

listen—

that wild, persistent rhythm

is the sound of your becoming.