Moments Of You

You don’t have to bloom every season.
Some seasons are for rooting.
For resting.
For being quiet enough to hear your own name echo back.

You don’t have to shine to be seen.
You don’t have to speak to be heard by your own soul.

Some days, healing looks like softness.
Like crying in your car and not making it mean anything.
Like sitting in your own silence
and realizing—
You are no longer afraid of it.

You are not behind.
You are becoming.
Still.
Always.

And when the world feels too loud,
and your reflection feels like a stranger,
remember this:

You are not lost.
You are the home you keep returning to.
And every breath is a key.