The morning light enters quietly,
breaking the stillness without asking permission.
The world stirs,not because it's ready,
but because it must.

A breath follows a breath.
A step follows a stumble.
The heart,unsure,
keeps beating.

Memories return without warning-
not always kind,
but always familiar.
They sit beside us
like weather we've forgotten how to name.

The ocean does not apologize
for its relentless return.
Neither does life.
It comes back to us-
sometimes soft,
sometimes heavy.

We begin again,
not because we are certain,
but because we are called.
Not by answers,
but by the need to keep going.

And so we do.
Over and over again.