There are days when everything slips
plans fall apart, strength disappears,
and even breathing feels like effort.
The world spins so fast,
I can barely stand.
But then I ask myself:
what keeps me going?
It’s the hug that doesn’t let go,
the memories that still warm me,
the eyes that look for me even when I’m hiding.
I hold on to that,to love,
to the small sparks that endure.
I can’t control everything,
but I can choose what I carry in my heart.
And when chaos sets in,
it’s love that anchors me.
It reminds me:
I’m still here.
I’m still me.
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Poésie"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
