The morning doesn't ask
what came before.
It just arrives,
quiet,
unfolding its light without permission.

You breathe,
you stand,
you do what must be done,
not all of it,
just what fits
inside the shape of a single day.

Some moments feel small.
Some stretch out
and leave marks you won't see
until much later.

There is no finish line,
only steps.
Sometimes slow,
sometimes lost,
but always forward,
even when you turn back.

Life isn't held all at once.
It is carried
in minutes,
in glances,
in the decision
to keep going
when nothing is certain.

Just today.
And then,
again.