If you woke this morning
with a heart too heavy to rise,
and the weight of the world whispered,
“Not today…”
—know this—
the storm may have won the round,
but not the war.
You lived through it.
Breath by quiet breath,
you made it to the end of this day.
That, my love,
is strength disguised as surrender.
Rest now.
Gather your embers.
Tomorrow, we rise again—
and this time,
we fight back with light.