I WRITE WHERE I AM QUIET

Today felt open,
like sky with no deadline,
like air that doesn't ask
where I'm headed.

The sun didn't demand anything
from me.
Neither did the wind.
They just moved,
and invited me to move too.

I walked through the day
the way you walk a trail
without a map-
trusting my body
to know when to slow,
when to stop,
when to keep going.

I felt free in small ways.
In the space between thoughts.
In the way my shoulders dropped
without me noticing.
In realizing I don't have to carry 
everything I once did.

Nature reminded me-
nothing rushes to become itself.
Birds take off when they're ready.
Rivers don't apologizefor their 
curves.
Even the trees let go
when it's time.

Today, I let myself breathe
like the land breathes-
wide, patient,
unashamed of taking up space.

I felt untethered
in the best way-
rooted, but not trapped.
Grounded, but not heavy.
Free to choose softness.
Free to choose joy.
Free to just "be."

And maybe that's what healing looks
like:
not breaking chains loudly,
but realizing
they loosened a long time ago.

Today passed like a breeze-
touching,
cleansing,
leaving me lighter.

Tomorrow can come
whenever it wants.
I know how to stand under the sky
now.