Every morning, countless people fight an invisible battle which is the struggle to rise, to push through exhaustion, to chase dreams even when the spirit feels drained. It’s not just about making a living; it’s about resilience, about showing up…
I no longer see you yet you are here,In whispers of wind in echoes so near.Your laughter still dances within my mindA melody soft, so gentle, so kind. I imagine your smile, bright as the sun,The way you would tackle…
Grief. What is it really? Is it the deep pain in my chest when I wake up every morning knowing I can’t call you to ask how you slept? Is it the lump in my throat at lunchtime when I…
