“Strawberry Moon”

Rest waits for me like an old friend at the door,

I keep walking past.

I tell myself I'm not finished building who I'm meant to be there are still cracks to mend,

dreams to chase, and pieces to mold.

So I trade peace for progress. Yet the truth lingers quietly:

perhaps I don't need to be complete to deserve rest.

Perhaps the unfinished version of me is worthy of stillness, too.