home

It’s a beautiful thing - having yourself back.

To wake up and want to live again.

To reach for the things that make your heart hum,

to sit in the silence and actually enjoy it.

To light a candle, let the soft glow kiss your skin,

and rest naked under the duvet, safe in your own warmth.

To sway gently to the music only you can hear,

the rhythm of your own becoming.

To start cleaning up — one foggy thought, one half-finished hobby,

one scattered dream at a time.

It’s tender work, this coming home to yourself —

but piece by piece, moment by moment,

you find her again — the you that laughs, breathes, and feels deeply.

And this time, you’re not rushing her.

You’re staying.