Hawenayo​

Life doesn't move in straight lines.
It bends and falters, pauses in silence,
and sometimes whispers more than it ever explains.
I write to catch those whispers,
to understand the places inside me
that ache and bloom at once.

 

There are days when belonging feels far away,
and others when it opens quietly within me—
a sky I carry in my chest,
wide enough for both shadow and light.

 

Here, I leave traces of myself:
the doubts that weigh heavy,
the gentleness I am still learning to hold,
the slow stitching together of all that I am.

 

If you find yourself wandering here,
I hope my words settle beside you
like a quiet star in the night—
not to lead you anywhere,
but to remind you

that your light, too,
has always been enough.

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May these poems also whisper
that even in your hardest passages,
you are not alone,
and that the path towards self-love
is worth every step.