strength doesn't always roar;
sometimes it's a whisper,
a quiet "i'll try again tomorrow."
in the softness of your own voice,
strength grows,
one small step at a time,
a promise to keep moving
through each stumble and pause,
until the day you look back
and see how far you've come.
YOU ARE READING
becoming whole.
Poetry"over the years, i've gathered these thoughts, feelings, and fragments of myself-scribbled down in moments of clarity, pain, and hope. "becoming whole" is the result of that journey, a collection of poetry that grew alongside me as i learned to heal...
