The world may be messy, unfinished, loud. And still, this morning, you opened your eyes.

In this tender, reflective piece, the poet gives voice to the quiet miracle of waking up: of breathing through the heaviness, of finding meaning in the mere act of being here.

A poem for the days that begin with weariness… and still, a whisper of gratitude.

Let this be your pause. Your exhale. Your reminder: you’re here. Press play ✨