minor resurrection

these past six months, i have been learning not to demand brightness from myself while i am still quietly mending inside.

i am just slowly picking myself up, piece by piece. what is broken can remain as a new scar. what is still whole, i will keep, nurture, and learn to love with more care.

i am in a season i must walk through in silence. one where i do not know who i will become tomorrow, only that today, i am still here, still trying to stay with myself.