socksnotsteady
In the quiet spaces between night and morning,
where shadows stretch long and hope feels fragile,
I dance -
caught between darkness and the promise of dawn.
These poems are the steps of that dance -
whispers of faith and doubt, love and loss,
broken prayers and soft miracles.
Here lies a journey not just of healing,
but of finding light even when it feels far away.
Step inside, listen close,
and maybe you'll find pieces of your own story here.