I woke up and the world was still
painted in yesterday’s shadows.
My name, a whisper I barely answered.
I counted the losses like bruises
each one a secret I wore under my clothes.
You don’t wake up brave.
You wake up empty.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
I made coffee with trembling hands,
opened the window, let in October
and the wild, impatient birds.
No one tells you the sky doesn’t change
just because your heart broke.
No one tells you the sun will rise
with or without your permission.
So, I let the morning flood my room
like forgiveness,
let it paint over all the words I never said.
I am still here,
even when I wish I wasn’t.
I am still here,
and today, that’s the revolution.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
I woke up and the world was still
painted in yesterday’s shadows.
My name, a whisper I barely answered.
I counted the losses like bruises
each one a secret I wore under my clothes.
You don’t wake up brave.
You wake up empty.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
I made coffee with trembling hands,
opened the window, let in October
and the wild, impatient birds.
No one tells you the sky doesn’t change
just because your heart broke.
No one tells you the sun will rise
with or without your permission.
So, I let the morning flood my room
like forgiveness,
let it paint over all the words I never said.
I am still here,
even when I wish I wasn’t.
I am still here,
and today, that’s the revolution.