I have watched you
rise with heavy limbs,
even when the world
offered no hand.

I have seen you
carry silence
like a stone
you refused to drop.

You are not perfect,
but you have never needed to be.
You are enough
in the mess,
in the stillness,
in the unfinished becoming.

There were days
you thought of giving up-
but here you are,
and that matters more
than anyone will ever know.

You have lost,
you have hurt,
you have healed in places
no one can see.
You have laughed
with a cracked voice
and still meant it.

This is for your courage
to keep choosing
to be here,
to be real,
to be you.

Keep going.
You are the only one
who can walk this path
in your skin.

And that is
more than enough.