I am made of more than bones and breath
I am the rush of emotions that color my days.
The spark of silent realisations
The tremble of vulnerability,
The courage it takes just to feel…
I carry memories in scent
The rain that smells like forgotten stories
The spice of home-cooked love,
The faint trace of perfume from a chapter long closed
Yet still bookmarked in my heart.
I belong to the world through touch
The warmth of a hand that says “you’re not alone”,
The breath of the breeze against my skin,
The grounding of grass beneath my feet,
Reminding me, I’m connected to something infinite.
I see life in stories painted in light
In sunrises that promise beginnings,
In sunsets that whisper “let go”,
In eyes that shine with untold tales,
In colors, in shadows, in the beauty I choose to notice.
I am human,
Alive in every sense,
Breathing in the world
With all that I am
Feeling, touching, seeing, remembering,
Becoming- still learning how to be…
