Still Here at Midnight

The Weight We Carried Into Midnight At midnight, nothing suddenly becomes easy.

The clock moves. The world keeps breathing. The weight doesn’t disappear.

But we’re still here. Still standing after the conversations that broke us.

Still breathing after the year asked more than we had. Still holding space for things we couldn’t

fix. That matters. We survived nights we didn’t think we would.

We carried things no one clapped for. We learned how to keep going without knowing

where we were going. And here we are. Not perfect. Not finished. Not healed in all

the places yet. But present. You don’t need a new identity tonight. You don’t need a