Still Learning to Be Human

I used to think the world was loud because I didn't know how to listen.

Chasing clocks, chasing crowns. Every scar I tried to hide, every fear I

dressed in laughter. But the truth walks slow beside. I’m not broken, just unfinished.

Like a page still holding space. Every doubt is a map. I’m still learning

to be human. To forgive what I can’t change, to hold yesterday's weight.

I don’t need to be perfect; I just need to be true. And that’s enough

to do. We all bleed in different colors, but it dries the very same.

Every heart a shelter. I don’t have final answers. But I show