You give me hope
like light breaking through
a sky that forgot how to shine.
Not loud,
not sudden-
but steady,
as if it always meant to return.

You are the stillness
after the storm,
not because the winds ceased,
but because something in me
found the strength to stand.

You offer no answers,
only presence-
and somehow,
that is more than enough.
In the quiet of your gaze,
I find pieces of myself
I didn't know were missing.

You do not lift the weight.
You remind me
I can carry it.
And that is a different kind of miracle.