Days of Light and Shadow

Some days arrive like open hands. Light spills through the cracks of a quiet land.

Coffee warms and laughter flows. The world says yes, no need to

ask or know. Time slows down, it's gentle and kind. Mirrors forgive and

you finally find. Your heart remembers simple breathing song. On days like

these where you feel you belong. But then the skies rain inward,

heavy and gray. Words get tangled and hope slips away. Every little thing

feels hard to face. Shadows speaking loud, filling up the space.

You replay the scars, the questions with no hands. Wondering why the