Take pride
"Move through them with your hands open, doing the human thing, trying. Heroic."
There is a gentleness
in how you keep going.
In how you gather yourself each day
and do it, again.
I wish you could see
how your persistence glows
from here.
How it travels through wires and satellites,
arriving in my chest
like migrating starlight
that refuses extinction.
Rest when you can.
Rise when you must.
You are already becoming
something the morning
is glad to inherit.
Move through them
with your hands open,
doing the human thing,
trying.
Heroic.
This reads like an ode at the end of a book or something to the hero who made it to the finish line past all odds and GAAAAH I just can’t with your poetry, it’s always so good and full of feeling and such stunning imagery
Like migrating starlight oh my word 😭💞