Salt Line

I’ve lived lifetimes before 23.

Carried grief like it was my surname.

Found love,

lost it,

left before I disappeared in someone else’s silence.

Saw the world clearly

and still chose to believe

in beauty,

in the next chance,

in myself.

If I can’t sleep tonight,

it’s not because I’m weak.

It’s because I’m finally safe enough

to feel it all.