Lately, I’ve slipped into a rhythm that’s not so kind—
Unhealthy habits shaping my days,
From what I eat to how I move.
My skin speaks first, with breakouts on my face,
And in the quiet of morning,
My eyes puff up with stories they shouldn’t tell.
It’s as if my lungs whisper a warning,
A gentle plea to listen more closely.
I know my body’s language—I’ve walked this path before.
Yet sometimes, the heart longs for the comfort of old ways,
Even when they no longer serve us.
Still, life remains beautiful,
A silent teacher in every turn.
If only we knew how to read its signs,
To pause, reflect, and truly understand
What the moment is trying to say.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 4:02 AM UTC