Musing

every morning life asks me

are you sure

you can do this

again?

and every morning

I answer

maybe not.

I throw the comforter off,

feel the cold floor

under my bare feet.

i’ve learned courage

isn’t loud—it's crawling

if all you can do is crawl.

and strength is just the choice

to show up one more time

than you didn’t.

and healing

is just a chain of mornings.