Still Standing, Two Years Strong

January light coming through the window pane. Coffee on the counter,

scars you don't explain. You don't talk much about who you used to

be. But I've watched you choose healing quietly. You didn't come

roaring out of the fire. You came out steady, tired,

and honest. Learning how to breathe again. Learning how to stay.

You stayed when leaving felt easier. You listened when the pain had a voice.

You didn't fix the world overnight. You just kept making the next right choice.

And here you are, still standing two years in, with your heart